#once Bitten twice stupid

[dammitadolfnomorecake]

Missed the bat fam

Also grump bat Lance

He is darkness

🥺🥺🥺

This is so perfect!!!!!!

🐺♥️🦇

Oh my gosh!

And Lance really is the night!!

I’m having a meltdown, like seriously, thank you!

#you are seriously amazing! #once bitten twice stupid #Klance #omg omg omg omg #I’m so grateful! #thank you! #I miss them too!

[projectionistwrites]

Literally would read any moon knight smut from you 🥵 can I request something with the boys having a marking/spit kink? I feel like it is most in Marc’s character but tbh I’m not particular heh

sorry this took so long hehe i hope you like it <3

ONCE BITTEN, TWICE SHY

Marc Spector x afab!reader (mentions of Steven Grant x reader) (2.2k)

Marc Spector didn’t fancy himself a jealous man—but you knew exactly how to push his buttons.

RATING: EXPLICIT (18+ mdni) WARNINGS: arguing, jealousy, SMUT (oral (f! and m! receiving), degradation, a bit of choking, facefucking, unprotected p in v sex, creampie, mean!dom!marc)

It was an accident, really—you hadn’t meant for it to slip out. And yet, there wasn’t a single part of you that felt bad about it.

Marc had already been in a bad mood when he’d woken up that morning, sulking and brooding and generally unpleasant to be around. When you’d asked him what was wrong, he’d brushed you off, insisting he was just tired and had a headache. You knew better than to believe him.

Truthfully, you had a suspicion that Marc had been feeling neglected. After he’d introduced you to Steven several weeks ago, the two of you had been inseparable—you and Marc had been dating for a year and half, so getting to know Steven was like the honeymoon phase all over again. He was sweet, and gentle, and shy, and many other things that Marc simply wasn’t. The contrast excited you, but you could tell that the puppy love between you and Steven had begun to take a toll on Marc.

When you’d gotten home from work today, you had planned on offering to cook a nice meal for you and Marc in an attempt to smooth things over and ease his worried mind, but he clearly was in no mood for reconciliation.

“Honey, I’m hooome.”

You sing-songed jokingly as you walked in the door, keys jingling in the lock. When you received no response, your joviality quickly dissipated and a deep frown etched itself into your face.

“Hello?”

You called again, brows furrowed in confusion. You took a few steps into the apartment, hanging your bag on the coatrack and slipping your shoes from your feet. Again, silence.

You went to turn the corner towards where the bedroom side of the studio apartment was, but quickly collided with a warm body as you rounded the bookshelf.

“Jesus fuck!”

You yelped as a hand came out to steady your shoulder, saving you from stumbling backwards on impact.

“You scared me....”

You hesitated, looking up at the man before you cautiously. The scrunch between his brows and hardness in his brown eyes quickly confirmed your suspicions.

“...Marc.”

Marc mistook your brief moment of pause as disappointment, and he sneered, releasing your arm with a small shove and sidestepping you.

“Yeah, it’s me. Sorry to disappoint.”

You blinked a few times in disbelief, frozen in place as his words took a moment to sink in. When they finally did, you were left reeling, whirling around to face his retreating figure with an incredulous expression.

“What?”

Marc huffed angrily, nostrils flaring as he threw himself onto the couch, a hand reaching up to run through his dark hair.

“I said, sorry to disappoint. I’m sure you’d much rather have Steven greeting you when you get home.”

“I never said that.”

You scoffed, approaching him slowly with your arms crossed over your chest. His brown eyes darted up to your face, his lips curled into a scowl.

“You didn’t have to. You’ve made it pretty clear.”

“Where is this coming from, Marc?”

It was a stupid question—both of you knew the answer already. Marc’s nostrils flared as he averted his gaze from you, sulking silently and staring off at some point in the distance.

A pang of guilt accompanied the sigh that fell from your lips as you noticed the slight quiver of his lip, and you made your way to the empty spot next to him.

“Hey.”

You started gently, letting your hand trace across the veins of his forearm before your slid your fingers between his own.

“I’m sorry, Marc. I know—I know things have been moving pretty fast between me and Steven, and I know I haven’t made as much time for you as I should have. I’m sorry.”

You leaned into him, head ducking slightly in an attempt to catch his gaze with your own. His eyes fluttered shut for a moment as he drew in a long, deep inhalation, before he finally opened them again and fixed them on you.

“No, it’s—it’s okay, baby. I’m glad you and Steven are getting along, that’s exactly what I hoped would happen. And I’m sorry I—I freaked out. Just—miss you, s’all.”

He confessed, a slight blush creeping up his neck and ruddying his cheeks. Marc wasn’t often open about his feelings, so the brief moment of vulnerability was significant. You smiled softly at him, reaching up to brush your fingers through his soft curls.

“Why didn’t you just say so, huh, handsome?”

A smirk quickly made its way across his lips at the insinuation in your tone, his arms swiftly wrapping around your body to haul you up onto his lap and into a searing kiss.

It wasn’t until you were seconds away from an orgasm, Marc’s face buried between your thighs, that you’d fucked up.

“Shit, shit—”

You cried, fisting at the sheets on either side of you as Marc’s tongue swirled over your clit, two of his thick fingers buried in your weeping cunt.

“Oh, God, yes, m’gonna cum, gonna—ahh, fuck, don’t stop, yes, Steven, fuu—”

Your hips lurched off the bed when the stimulation abruptly ceased, your eyes shooting open in alarm only to come face-to-face with Marc’s hardened expression, his lips still shining with your slick.

“Fuck, why’d you—?”

“What the fuck did you just say?”

He interrupted your whiny plea with his threatening words, growled lowly as his eyes narrowed at you. Your rapid heartrate only sped up when you thought back on your pleasured cries, quickly realizing your mistake. You bolted upright in an instant, your eyes wide and panicked, reaching to grip Marc’s bare shoulders.

“Oh, Marc, I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean—”

He pulled away from you, rising to his knees on the bed so he loomed over you.

“Get on your knees.”

Your breath stuttered.

“What?”

You yelped when Marc lunged forward, his hand coming to twist in your hair to yank you harshly forward so you were face to face.

“I said,”

he growled, his breath hot on your face and fingers taut in your hair,

“get on your fucking knees.”

He released you with a rough shove and you scrambled off the bed onto your knees, quickly obeying his order. You watched as he slipped off his last remaining layer of clothing before he slowly made his way over to you, his figure towering over you with intimidation and malice. Excitement was beginning to swirl in the pit of your stomach—you’d never seen Marc so angry before, so domineering and unhinged. Still, a small pang of guilt shot through you at your earlier mistake.

“Marc, really, I’m so sorry—”

“Shut the fuck up.”

He snapped, and you immediately obliged, eyes blowing wide at the sternness in his tone. His chest was heaving with labored breaths and his nostrils were flared, eyes alight with fury.

“You just don’t know when to stop fucking talking.”

He was right in front of you, now, languidly stroking his hardened length inches away from your face, precum beading at the slit. He reached forward and roughly grabbed your jaw in his other hand, fingers curling to squeeze your cheeks.

“You wanna keep moaning his name? Guess I’ll have to make you shut up.”

His hand migrated up and wrapped in your hair before yanking your neck back. When your lips parted with a surprised gasp, he immediately plunged his thick length into your mouth, forcing himself down your throat without warning. The sudden and abrupt intrusion caused you to gag harshly, and he pulled out only long enough for you to draw in a gasping breath before he thrusted forward again, sinking his cock all the way back into your throat and beginning a steady rhythm of fucking your face.

“Only way you’ll be quiet is if you’ve got a mouth full of dick, huh?”

He grunted, hips snapping forward. There was drool foaming at the sides of your lips, tears streaming down your cheeks as you forced yourself to sit back and let him use you, the tip of his cock bruising the back of your throat and his balls slapping noisily against your chin.

“Bet you miss him now, don’t you? Steven doesn’t treat you like this—doesn’t know how much of a fucking slut you are.”

You felt yourself grow impossibly wetter at his words, reaching up to brace your hands on his muscular thighs in order to prevent them from reaching between your legs to touch yourself. You felt his arm reach down until his fingers curled around your neck, allowing him to feel each stroke of his cock down your throat.

“Fuck, baby—such a pretty little whore.”

Finally, finally, he pulled out of your mouth, a long string of saliva still connecting the tip of his ruddy cock to your swollen lips. You gasped harshly, letting the mixture of tears and drool drip from your chin as you gazed up and him with watery eyes.

“Thank you, Marc, thank you, I love you, I—”

Marc growled, his grip on your throat tightening and briefly cutting off your airflow.

“Shut. Up.”

He hissed, pulling you upwards with his hand on your neck and tossing you towards the bed. You fell backwards, immediately pliant beneath him as he reached to lift both of your ankles above your head before abruptly plunging his spit-soaked cock into your dripping folds.

A pornographic mewl escaped you at the feeling of him penetrating you, your hole still tight and unprepared for the thickness of his cock. The burn of the stretch was intoxicating, but you were quickly pulled away from the feeling when Marc’s fingers found your jaw again, squeezing your cheeks so your lips involuntarily parted.

“Open.”

He growled, and you obliged, allowing him to spit straight into your awaiting mouth. You whimpered, eyes squeezing shut as he kept railing into you, your mouth closing as his taste overwhelmed you.

“You don’t swallow until I tell you—you hear me?”

You nodded vigorously, eyes silently pleading as tears continued to stream down your face, the sound of slapping skin filling the room as Marc bared his teeth.

“Yeah, that outta wash his name outta your filthy fuckin’ mouth, huh?”

You could barely hear him over the static humming in your ears, an orgasm creeping up and washing over you without warning. You choked on your sob, desperately following Marc’s orders and keeping your mouth full of his saliva despite your desperation to cry out.

Marc felt you clench down on him, and his pace quickened.

“Yeah, that’s it, baby—you cum all over this cock.”

He leaned forward and sank his teeth into the flesh of your collarbone, licking and sucking bruises into your neck and up your throat. You lay helpless beneath him, body melting into the mattress as he continued to pound into you relentlessly, the sting of his lips hot against your sweat-sheened skin.

“Gonna keep you covered in these, baby—he’s never gonna forget who you fuckin’ belong to.”

He grunted in your ear, pulling the lobe between his teeth briefly before sitting back up, shifting up onto his knees and wrapping your legs around his waist before jackhammering into you once again.

He reached forward a final time to wrap his hand around your throat, now covered with red and purple bruises in the shape of his mouth.

“Swallow.”

He panted, his eyes wild and pace faltering.

"Swallow, and tell me who you belong to.”

You swallowed the fluid the had gathered across your tongue and finally let out a salacious moan, back arching off the bed as a second orgasm began building in your abdomen. You could hardly even remember what had started this thing in the first place, and you definitely didn’t care—your entire existence was overwhelmed with Marc, Marc, Marc.

"You, Marc—belong to you."

You cried, and you felt his fingers curl into your neck as he leaned over you, the heat of his body absolutely smothering you as his free hand reached between you to circle your clit. You keened.

“Again. Louder. Who do you belong to?”

“You, Marc—fuck, fuck, Marc, I belong to you, fuck—"

Your climax peaked fiercely, white hot and blinding as your toes curled and your entire body trembled beneath him. The rhythmic clenching of your tight cunt around him had Marc following close behind, his release punctuated by a sharp yelp before he buried himself to the hilt, allowing his seed to fill you completely, offering a few more deep thrusts before stilling.

Marc’s tension-laden body immediately collapsed on top of you, his head tucking into the crook of your neck as his cock stayed nestled inside of you. Your arms wrapped around his clammy torso, one hand stroking a soothing line down his spine and the other brushing through his hair, your lips planting a soft kiss to his forehead. His frantic exhales were hot against your neck.

“I mean it, Marc. I’m yours.”

You assured in a whisper, and Marc tilted his head up to look at you, his once cold eyes now softened with a familiar gentleness.

“I know, baby.”

He leaned up and pecked you on the lips.

“And now you’ll never forget it.”

You let out an airy giggle, sinking back into the comfortable and familiar weight of his body on yours. After a few moments, you bit your lip and gave him a mischievous smile.

“So...when do I get to meet Jake?”

#jake lockley #jake lockley imagine #jake lockley smut #jake lockley x reader #marc spector #marc spector imagine #marc spector smut #marc spector x reader #marvel imagine #marvel smut #steven grant x reader #steven grant smut #steven grant #moon knight #moon knight x reader #moon knight smut #projectionistwrites

[charliemwrites]

Girl rage, girl rage, girl rage!!

CW for Simon being a Jerk and a Creep, mentions of violence and murder, and kidnapping.

One time in high school, there was a boy that wouldn’t leave you alone. You gave him a million chances to knock it off, growing more and more hostile, snapping your teeth. The inappropriate touches in the hall, the lewd comments at lunch breaks, the fucking pictures. Nothing salacious, just long shots of you from afar, trying to go about your day.

One day he reached for your chest and you snapped two of his fingers. His parents wailed that you ruined his rugby career. You told them he should get better at football.

When you’re annoyed, you crack the knuckles of those same fingers on your own hand.

It’s the first thing you do when you wake up in a bare, grey basement, laid on a thin cot on the ground. Pop, pop. Recalibrating your foggy mind.

You don’t quite remember how you got here. Last clear thing is the bar. Doesn’t matter how you got here though, at least for the moment - just that you are here. And you don’t want to be.

You’re handcuffed, chain looped through an exposed pipe above your head. You clink it once, twice. Decide it’s fairly sturdy and take stock of everything else.

Your stomach is a bit tight with nausea - drug induced, you figure. Ugh. And your head aches, nothing a glass of water won’t fix.

But all your clothes are intact, no ache between your thighs or burgeoning bruises on your breasts. No shoes, though. Bummer, you liked those.

You crack the knuckles on your other hand; pop, pop.

You think of the scent of cheap whiskey, shattered glass, policemen wrapping you in a shock blanket. Remember your date chocking on his own vomit in a dark alley, then someone much bigger and stronger grabbing you as you tried to leave.

Hm.

The pipes are warm. You settle back against them and wait.

—

You don’t scream when Simon enters the basement. Don’t make a single peep. You shift against the pipes, tucking your feet under you as he approaches. Your eyes are so big, rounded as you peer up at him through your lashes.

“Such a smart girl,” he coos, “staying quiet for me. Or are you just that scared?”

You blink at him, the tiniest indent dimpling your bottom lip from your teeth. He crouches down in front of you, arms balanced on his knees. You’re curled up so small. He wants to bundle you in his lap, tuck you away.

“It’s alright, little one,” he soothes. “There’s no need to be scared.”

You twitch a bit, the metal cuffs clicking together. He flicks his eyes to them, sighs.

“Those are so that you don’t do something stupid,” he explains patiently. “Like you did earlier.”

A little furrow of confusion creases your brows. He exhales, amused despite himself. So precious, his girl. Like you can’t fathom why he would be upset with you.

“Going out with a strange man.”

He tuts, feels that black rage simmering again, same he felt when he realized you and that slime were no longer at the bar.

“He almost hurt you in that alley,” he reminds, “had he not been so drunk he tripped over his own fucking feet.”

He takes a second to breathe, fingers twitching. They feel too dry, too clean. He was so worried about getting you home that he had no time to bother taking care of that scum.

“I tried to let you have your fun, baby. I really did. But I can’t — I can’t anymore. The world is far too dangerous.” He brushes the backs of his fingers down your cheek, coos at the little shudder that runs through you. “And you’ve proven that you can’t take care of yourself.”

Your lips part. Shock, confusion, protest. It doesn’t matter, he’s more distracted feeling the soft give of your plush bottom lip beneath his thumb, bitten pink.

“It’s alright. You don’t have to worry about that anymore,” he soothes. “I’ll take care of you from now on.”

You squeeze your eyes shut, dropping your head to your arm. He hums.

“I know, sweet girl, I know. This is for the best, I promise.”

You sniffle a bit, blink wet eyes open. Wet your lips with the tip of your pretty pink tongue.

“What… what do I call you?” you ask, voice soft and raspy.

Oh, such a sweet thing. Such a sweet, clever girl. You’re going to be so, so good for him.

“Just Ghost for now, luv. Let me get you some water, you’ve earned it.”

—

You exhale slow and soft, counting every fourth heartbeat. If you don’t, you’ll start trying to break things. The smart money is on your bones giving before that stupid pipe. So. Breathing it is.

You’ve never felt out of control in anger. Everything is always so sharp and clear, you think and move with a precision you usually can’t coax from mind or body.

This… Ghost, though.

It was a pleasant surprise that he didn’t realize what you did in the alley. Too dark, perhaps. Too quiet. Perhaps he thought you were fleeing in fear.

It’s an advantage you can’t squander. He’s much bigger than you, much stronger. Carries himself with posture and purpose reminiscent of military or former military bearing. There’s a physicality to the way he moves that echos violence.

You know that you will only get one proper shot to escape. There is no point wasting it on shouting and cursing and snarling. Even if he did only consider it bluster and bark, it would plant seeds of doubt in his mind. Make him careful and conscious of any slip ups.

Sometimes, rabid animals appear friendly or docile. The virus gets a new victim close enough to turn and bite, spreading and infecting.

You run your tongue over your teeth, imagine the taste of blood if you’d bitten through his thumb like you wanted to. Inhale and exhale again, start the counter over.

Pause to resist another sneeze, blinking past watery eyes and sniffling it away. Christ, he couldn’t have at least cleaned the basement before chaining you up down here? Could barely focus on his ridiculous monologue through the allergies.

Not that you think you missed much; and you’re sure you’ll be hearing it again.

He’s just like every other man you’ve ever killed, you muse, settling in again. And it’ll be so, so sweet watching the blood bloom.

#cod #my writing #fanfiction #dark fic #reader fic #rabid reader #simon ghost riley #simon x reader #kidnapper ghost #ghost x reader

[skyeslittlecorner]

How about the kings (plus Lucifer and some of your fav nobles if you could 🥺) reactions with an MC who like to bite out of nowhere 😁 and after they bit they ran away while "😛" them

That's so silly! I relate so much, I also tease people a lot when I like them lmao

Satan loves to see you having fun. And he will play along. Are you nibbling at him suddenly? So get ready for him to bite you too. It will be like playing tag, out of nowhere, but with your teeth instead of your hands. After some time, you will start walking around colorful from your biting, of course you more, because Satan will be happy to mark what is his. He was already used to it when one day, instead of biting him, you gave him a kiss on the shoulder. Then you will get a deep 'you're too sweet to exist' kiss in the mouth. He never knows what to expect from you, and that's the best thing.

Mammon… didn't even notice. He didn't feel it. Might as well be bitten by a mosquito, but then he might at least be itchy. He'll sooner see your disappointment and ask if something's wrong. You won't want to tell him because it's silly, so he orders his nobles to find the answer. Maybe it's something serious? But when you see how earnestly they took it, all you can do is laugh and enlighten this dear king. He'll be relieved that nothing happened to you. Next time if you want to bite him, do it in the mouth.

Beel thought it was great fun. He noticed that you sometimes bite him unexpectedly and suggested a bet. If you manage to surprise him, you've won, and if he catches you, he's won. Of course, you knew you had no chance against his reflexes, and you counted on his memory being flawed. You definitely miscalculated. If he is interested in something, he focuses all his attention on it, and you are certainly such an object. But he'll let you win once or twice, just to see how happy you are.

Leviathan finds this stupid and immature. Why are you doing this at all? It does not make sense. Of course, try to get closer than a meter to someone with that sinister glint in your eye, and before you can do anything, poor subordinate will be hanging six meters above you. Oh, no. Now all you have left to bite is Levi, how sorry he is (not at all).

I wonder how much I will revise all the Lucy parts when he comes out lol

Lucifer doesn't think it's a smart idea. Such a cut may become infected. Moreover, such a cut brings you into contact with blood, and what if it infects you with something incurable? So - you mustn't do that… unless it's him. This is the one and only exception. Doctor's recommendation. (Yes, yes, you believe him too, that it's only about your safety.)

Andrealphus may attack when you first do this. He will grab your blouse and rise you up. You will realize that this wasn't the smartest idea in your life. At the same time, he heard your gasp in surprise, so he knew it was only you, not an angel or anybody with bad intentions. He will apologize, but also warn you not to do that again. Learned reflex. He wouldn't hurt you, but rather slowly get him used to your presence and only then try something like this.

Naberius will look at you with eyes as wide as saucers. So this is how you seek attention? Like a puppy that wants to play? That's adorable. Get ready for this funny gesture to open him up surprisingly. You'll end up being scratched under the chin and behind the ears. (And then try doing it to him, he will fall in love with you even more.)

#whb #what in hell is bad #whb satan #whb mammon #whb beelzebub #whb leviathan #whb lucifer #whb andrealphus #whb naberius

[whumpshaped]

Not to be insane about vampires (lol, on the insane about vampires website) but I have this massive brainrot abt people not being able to see the bite, as in, the vampire's face is on your neck and you can't get out but you don't know if they already have their fangs out, if the bite is gonna happen Just Now or if they're gonna tease you with kisses and aaagh. The anticipation, the fear, the low-key need to just do it and be done with it. The playful, slightly mocking headpats, or maybe hair being tugged behind your ear.

Same with being bitten on the wrist. In theory it's less intimate but you can see it and you still can't get out of the vampire's grip. So either you watch with horrible fascination or you look away. And the vampire laughs at you. Or maybe they force you to watch. Or maybe they tell you that it's alright, such sweet pets shouldn't be forced to see anything like that, and they make you look away.

tw vampire whumper, intimate whumper, dehumanisation, implied captivity

Whumpee swallowed nervously as the vampire neared them, cutting off all their possible exit routes and cornering them entirely. “Don’t do this,” they breathed. “Please.”

“Do what?” Whumper asked, amused.

“Don’t bite me.” They pressed their back against the wall as the creature continued to approach them, heart pounding in their chest. Right now, they were acutely aware of the blood it was pumping, rushing through veins and arteries like the most enticing selection of wines. “Please.”

“You won’t feel a thing.” The vampire stepped up to them, and Whumpee made a desperate attempt to push them away; Whumper grabbed their wrists in one hand and pinned them against the wall above their head, using their remaining free hand to gently caress their face like nothing had happened. “Unless you get unruly,” they added sweetly.

“Please, please, I don’t want this, I– I don’t care about the pain, I just don’t want to get bitten, I don’t care whether it hurts or not! I don’t want it!”

“Oh, you don’t care.” Their grip on Whumpee’s face tightened, and they wrenched their head to the side. “Then why should I? I wanted to make it a little more pleasant, but I suppose you can’t do good by some people.”

Whumpee sucked in a sharp breath when the vampire nuzzled against their neck, squeezing their eyes shut in anticipation. “Stop,” they whimpered. Sharp fangs scraped against their skin, almost teasing, and Whumpee had the distinct feeling Whumper was playing with them. “Stop it!”

“Stop squirming so much. You don’t want me to have to bite twice, do you?”

“I don’t want you biting once!”

“A shame.” Whumper kissed their neck, and for some reason it made them cry harder than the thought of being bitten. Somehow this felt way more violating. A stupid gesture of faux-intimacy, slow and gentle, not the type of thing an intruder like them should’ve had the time and the power to inflict on them. They couldn’t even put up enough of a fight to make them hurry. “I’d never bite without permission, of course. That’d be awfully rude of me.”

Whumpee gasped when the vampire sucked a hickey into their neck, and they just wanted it to be over, wanted the fucking monster to leave. “Okay! Okay! Bite, then! Bite, just get it over with,” they sobbed. “Just get away from me! Please!”

The vampire laughed and pressed a kiss on top of the new bruise. “I thought you’d never ask.”

-

“Don’t do this,” Whumpee pleaded, drawing shallow little breaths as they watched Whumper kiss a trail down their arm. “Please.”

“You never change, do you?” Whumper asked with a grin. “Always the demands. Always trying to tell me what to do.”

Whumpee shifted in their seat, almost wanting to pull their arm away — Whumper must’ve sensed it, because their grip tightened. “You keep stalling. Drawing it out. It makes me nervous.”

“No, it makes you impatient, pet.”

They shuddered when Whumper licked the sensitive skin, averting their eyes in embarrassment. “Just get it over with.”

“Mmm, but I like the way you squirm. And I like the way you try to get away from me. Makes it all the more delightful that you can’t.”

“There’s something very wrong with you,” Whumpee snapped. “You’re– you’re fucking disgusting.”

“Mhm. I won’t bite unless you look.” Whumper kissed them again, and Whumpee’s eyes snapped back to their wrist and their captor’s lips pressed against it. Maybe it’d never cease to make them nauseous. “Good pet. Just keep looking. Get used to it.”

#asks #whump #whump drabble #vampire whumper #intimate whumper #dehumanisation #implied captivity

[clangenrising]

Month 13 - Newleaf

Slatekit was worried about Fogkit. Since the day of the funeral, her sister only left the den once or twice a day for sanitary breaks and stayed in her nest most of the time, staring at the wall. Slatekit had started bringing her meals for fear she would starve if she didn’t. Fogkit said “thanks” and picked at the meal and usually turned away halfway through, saying “I’m not that hungry.” Slatekit had tried to convince her to finish once and she had whipped around with a “I said I’m not that hungry, okay?!” and a burning glare. Slatekit hadn’t pushed her after that. 

Instead, she had tried to find ways to busy herself around camp. Sitting in the den with Fogkit and no one else, the den seemed to loom darkly around her, threatening to swallow her whole. She didn’t want to stay there anymore. She didn’t want to be alone with her thoughts and Fogkit’s periodic sighs. 

So she’d taken to helping with the chores around camp - checking the prey pile for crowfood, fixing up the nests and carrying away the used bedding, that sort of thing. She’d even asked Oddstripe if he had any jobs he needed help with and he’d taught her how to search for ticks and fleas. It was a bit early in the season but he had her check some of the warriors, just in case. Thankfully, she found nothing. 

She liked helping. It made her feel like she was like her mama and it made the other thoughts quiet down for a while. She couldn’t stop worrying about Fogkit though. It seemed like other cats were worried too which did nothing to reassure her own worries. They tried not to talk about their worries around her, though. She didn’t know how she felt about that. 

One day, while Slatekit was plucking feathers from the prey pile to put in peoples’ nests, Goldenstar approached her with a cat she’d never seen before. The stranger was a pretty, tortoiseshell she-cat, all speckles and spots. She smelled very different from the kittypet in camp, like greenery and rotting undergrowth. She smiled as she saw Slatekit and Slatekit couldn’t help but smile back. 

“Hey, Slatekit,” Goldenstar said brightly, “I wanted to introduce you to someone. This is Poppybird, FallenClan’s mediator.” 

“Hi,” said Slatekit shyly. 

“Hello, Slatekit,” purred Poppybird, her voice warm and smooth. “What are you doing?” 

“I’m helping pick out feathers for everyone’s bedding,” she said. 

“That’s very kind of you,” said Poppybird. Slatekit smiled, puffing up with a little pride. 

Goldenstar was smiling too. “Poppybird was a friend of your mom’s and she wanted to come spend the day with you and Fogkit.”

“Really?” Slatekit’s eyes widened. She really wanted to spend time with them? She’d never even met them. 

“Mhm,” nodded Poppybird. “I thought maybe we could go on a little adventure together.” 

“O-okay,” Slatekit said, standing from her work, “but, um, Fogkit might not want to come. She’s been grumpy lately.” 

“She has?” Poppybird asked. “How so?”

“Um…” Slatekit glanced over at the nursery where she knew Fogkit was probably sleeping or staring at the wall. “Well she doesn’t like to get out of her nest anymore. And she bit me.” 

“She bit you?” Poppybird’s face softened sympathetically. “Do you know why?” 

“Um… She said that the effigy was stupid and then started ruining the flowers so I tried to push her away and then she bit me. It really hurt.” She gave a few licks to the paw that had been bitten as she thought about it. 

“That must have been really upsetting,” said Poppybird gently. Slatekit nodded. “I’m sorry that Fogkit’s grieving hurt you, Slatekit.” 

“It’s alright,” Slatekit mumbled, looking down. “I still love her anyway.” 

“That’s good,” smiled Poppybird. “She’s lucky to have such a loving sister.” Slatekit blushed, shuffling her paws. She didn’t know what to say to that but it made her feel fuzzy inside. 

“Why don’t you guys go get Fogkit,” Goldenstar said. “I’ll make sure these feathers get where they’re going.” 

“Okay,” Slatekit nodded.

“Walk with me, won’t you?” Poppybird invited, stretching her tail out to her. Slatekit nodded and curled her tail with the mediator’s and started towards the nursery. She stopped in the entrance though, a sudden hesitance seeping into her as her eyes adjusted to the darkness. Fogkit was curled in the corner of the nest, staring at the wall with a bored and weary expression. Slatekit was grateful that Poppybird stepped up to talk first. 

“Fogkit?” 

Fogkit sat up, frowning, and squinted at them. “Who are you?” She sounded angry. Slatekit’s tail fell to the ground. 

“My name is Poppybird,” the adult seemed unphased, her voice still warm and gentle. “I was a friend of your mother’s.” 

“So?” said Fogkit.

“With Goldenstar’s permission, I wanted to take you both out on a little adventure today, have some fun together. I was thinking we could go down to the river, what do you think?” Slatekit held her breath hoping her sister said yes. Going to the river sounded like a really fun adventure and she didn’t want to go alone. 

Fogkit shifted in the nest. “I dunno…”

“You don’t have to come,” Poppybird said, “but I’m going and if Slatekit wants to go she’s welcome to come. You can even come along and then, if you decide you’re done, you can come right back.” She took a step back to leave the den entrance wide open. Fogkit pulled her paws underneath her, hips shifting like she was about to start hunting. Her brows were still pinched together angrily but there was something else in her expression, something that said ‘wait for me!’

“Okay,” Fogkit said after a moment of chewing on the thought. She stood up and padded towards them slowly. Slatekit smiled despite the worry that Fogkit’s slightly matted, ungroomed fur was stirring in her. Poppybird seemed to have no reaction to the kit’s disheveled appearance. 

“Do you need to eat or anything before we go?” asked the mediator, watching them as Fogkit stepped out into the daylight, squinting harshly in the afternoon light. 

“No,” said Fogkit, “I’m not hungry.” 

“Okay,” smiled Poppybird. “Then there’s only one thing we have to do before we go. Goldenstar said we have to take someone with us to keep us safe. Who do you think we should bring?” 

“Ospreymask is nice,” Slatekit said.

“No,” Fogkit said immediately. “Not Ospreymask.” 

“Why not?” Slatekit asked, ears pressed back. 

“Cause!” Fogkit hissed. She dropped her gaze, pouting at the dirt. “I don’t like her anymore.” Slatekit frowned in despair. Why? What had Ospreymask done? She was afraid too ask.

“That’s alright,” Poppybird said gently, laying her tail over Slatekit’s back. “Who do you think would be fun to bring along, Fogkit?” 

Fogkit chewed her cheek for a moment before she said, “Floodpaw.” Slatekit was baffled by that. Floodpaw hated them! Or at least, he hated hanging out with them. She didn’t want to say anything though, in case Fogkit got angry again. 

Poppybird asked, “Does that sound okay to you, Slatekit?” Slatekit wasn’t sure. She shuffled her paws and shrugged. “You don’t know?” She nodded. “Is there any reason why bringing Floodpaw would be bad?” Slatekit considered it. Probably not, especially with Poppybird there.

“I guess not.” 

“Okay, would it be alright if we invited him then?” Poppybird’s smile set her at ease.

“Yeah, okay,” she nodded again. 

“Great,” said Poppybird. 

A few moments later, they were heading out of camp, Floodpaw following behind them begrudgingly. Slatekit still didn’t understand why Fogkit had invited him but at least it seemed like he wasn’t going to say anything mean to them. As they ventured out into the grass, Slatekit remembered their snake encounter with a little gasp.

“Oh! Um, it’s good that we brought Floodpaw with us,” she said. 

“Why’s that?” Poppybird tilted her head with interest. 

“Cause,” started Slatekit, “cause, um, last time-” 

“Last time we saw a snake,” Fogkit blurted. Slatekit nodded. 

“Wow!” Poppybird gasped, “What happened?” Floodpaw rolled his eyes.

“Bar- um, Barleypaw killed it,” Slatekit said excitedly. 

“Yeah, she smacked it until it died,” Fogkit whispered conspiratorially. 

“That must have been very exciting,” marveled Poppybird. 

“Yeah,” said Fogkit, sounding tired again. “I never got to tell mom the snake story.” 

“I’m sorry to hear that,” Poppybird said, her voice soft. “I bet she would have liked it.” 

“Oh, yeah?” Fogkit glared up at her. “How would you know?” Slatekit held her breath as best she could while walking. Please don’t start yelling, please don’t start yelling. She didn’t want Fogkit to get held back from becoming an apprentice. She didn’t want to have her ceremony all alone!

Poppybird didn’t seem to react at all. “I did the same job as your mother and we talked often. She was a friend of mine.” 

“She never mentioned you,” Fogkit huffed boldly. 

“She mentioned you,” said Poppybird. 

“Really?” Fogkit blinked in surprise. 

“Mhm,” nodded Poppybird. “She was so proud of you two. She told me all about your stories and adventures. I’m really glad I finally got to meet you.” 

“Me too,” Slatekit said. Knowing one of her mama’s friends made her feel all light and cozy. Fogkit frowned and looked down at the ground. 

They walked for what felt like a really long time. Poppybird told them the stories she’d heard about them and answered their questions about FallenClan - it was in a deep forest and the camp was surrounded by brambles and they ate mostly the same stuff but not rabbits and sometimes frogs and there were two kits named Lionkit and Wishkit and they weren’t related - and by the time they reached the river, Fogkit seemed to be mostly back to normal. She was a little quieter than usual and her fur was still matted and dirty but she was smiling and asking questions and Slatekit couldn’t help but follow suit. 

“Look at it!” Fogkit cried at the sight of the river. It stretched out before them, at least three fox-lengths across, shining in the sunlight as it rushed noisily over the stones of the riverbed. Slatekit gasped excitedly. 

“Okay,” said Poppybird, “There’s a few rules to keep us safe that you need to know. Never go deeper than your belly and be careful where you put your paws to make sure you don’t slip. Got it?” 

“Got it!” the girls chorused brightly. Floodpaw sighed and sat down, looking away. 

Poppybird looked at him and said, “Feel free to have some fun too, Floodpaw. Do whatever you want to do, all I need is for you to be ready if something dangerous happens.” 

“Really?” he perked his ears a little. 

“Really,” she nodded with a smile and he brightened significantly. Back on his paws, he started down towards the river. 

Fogkit took off running, shouting, “I bet I can beat you there, Floodpaw!” 

“Huh?” he paused out of surprise then frowned as he realized she was nearing the water pretty quickly. “No way!” Taking off across the pebbles, he sprinted after her. Thanks to his long legs, he made it into the shallows a good body-length ahead of her and she cried out in disappointment. 

“No fair! You’ve got longer legs!” 

“You’re the one who started the bet!” he laughed, splashing her with a pawful of water. Fogkit shrieked and puffed up to twice her size, tumbling back. 

“It’s cold!” she cried. 

“It’s not that cold,” Floodpaw rolled his eyes and lowered himself down to crouch in the shallow water so that it came up to his shoulders. 

“He’s in too deep!” Slatekit cried but Poppybird shook her head. 

“No, he’s alright. As long as you can stand up and it only touches your belly, you’re not too deep.” 

“Oh, okay,” Slatekit relaxed. She ventured up to the edge of the water cautiously. Fogkit was playing with her reflection in the water while Floodpaw stretched himself out on his belly until his head was the only thing above the water. Slatekit carefully stepped into the water then reeled back with a squeak of discomfort. 

“Ah!” she cried, “I don’t like it!”

“That’s okay,” said Poppybird, coming up behind them. “You don’t have to touch it.” 

“I wanna swim like Floodpaw!” Fogkit declared. He snorted to himself. 

“Okay,” Poppybird said, “just remember the rules. Floodpaw, do make sure she doesn’t drown, yes?”

“Yeah, of course,” he said, twitching his ear against the river bugs starting to cloud near his face. 

Satisfied, Poppybird twined her tail with Slatekit’s and said, “There are lots of interesting bugs by the river. Why don’t we walk down the bank and look for some?” 

“O-okay,” Slatekit nodded. They padded off down the river, leaving the splash radius just in time for Fogkit to leap straight onto Floodpaw’s back, sending water flying in all directions. 

“Hey!” he snapped, and Slatekit glanced back worriedly. He reached up and shoved Fogkit into the river face first. 

Slatekit’s stomach flipped in fright and she stopped in her tracks, but then Fogkit burst out of the water squealing in delight and cried, “Again!” so she tried to relax a little. 

“She’s alright,” Poppybird said.

“I know,” Slatekit said, convincing herself as she said it. “I just don’t like to play rough like that.” She started walking again, eyes searching the pebbled shore for the bugs that had been mentioned.

“That’s okay,” Poppybird said. “Everyone is different. Some people don’t like to play rough and some people do and that is completely fine as long as they show consideration for how the other person wants to play.” 

“Yeah,” Slatekit nodded. She liked how Poppybird talked. It reminded her of her mama. 

“Fogkit and you are pretty different, huh?” asked Poppybird. 

“Yeah.”

“Can you tell me some ways you’re different?” 

Slatekit hummed thoughtfully. “She’s loud but I’m just quiet.”

“Oh, yes,” Poppybird smiled. “I bet it’s nice to have someone loud to help you when you’re quiet.” 

“Yeah,” nodded Slatekit again. “She says the stuff I don’t wanna say. Although sometimes she says mean stuff too.” 

“Like with the effigy?” 

“Mhm.” Slatekit frowned a little and paused to roll some stones out of place to look underneath them. 

“What kind of stuff did she say?” 

Slatekit’s voice was very soft when she spoke. “That it was stupid ‘cause it was just wood… And that it was, um, bee-brained to pretend it was mama. Oddstripe said pretending helps you feel better but Fogkit said that was dumb.” 

“Mm,” Poppybird hummed in understanding. “How did that make you feel?” 

“Sad…” said Slatekit. “I liked the effigy.” 

“Yeah?”

“Yeah, it made me feel less lonely about it.” She rolled one of the rounder pebbles under her paw, back and forth. The smooth texture was nice on her paw pad.

Poppybird smiled. “I’m glad that it did. It can be really lonely to lose someone you love. It’s good to find things that make you feel less lonely.” 

“But Fogkit hated it,” Slatekit said. “I don’t understand why she was so angry.” 

“You and Fogkit are very different,” restated Poppybird. “When she gets lonely because she misses your mother, it makes her angry. I haven’t spoken to her yet but I know other cats who are the same and it can be really hard not to get angry when they get that sad.”

“Why though?” Slatekit looked up at her. “I don’t get angry, I just get sad.” 

“It might be because it feels unfair,” said Poppybird, “or because being angry feels less powerless than just being sad. But sometimes there isn’t a reason. You can’t control the way you feel and sometimes being sad makes people angry, that’s that.” 

Slatekit hummed and rolled the pebble under her paw. She looked back over her shoulder at her sister who was cackling between gulps of air as Floodpaw repeatedly shoved her head under the water, smiling madly. She didn’t understand Fogkit at all. But Fogkit was happy and that was good. 

She looked up at Poppybird again and asked, “What do I do if she gets sad again? She spent a long time in the den not talking to anybody. It’s scary, honestly.” 

“Just have patience,” Poppybird smiled. “She’ll feel better eventually. All you have to do is wait and keep showing her you love her. If you can, it wouldn’t hurt if you could get her to come out and play with you sometimes. It’s good for her to get some sun and move her body.” 

“Okay,” Slatekit said determinedly. “I can do that.” 

“That’s great,” Poppybird said. 

After that, they went bug hunting in earnest. They found a worm but nothing else of note and Poppybird explained that it was probably too early for bugs like damselflies. Slatekit carried the worm back to a drenched Fogkit and they both took the worm in their mouths from either end and tore it in half, Fogkit cheering when she came away with the bigger half. Slatekit was just glad to see her sister smiling again. 

They all laid down on the bank to sun themselves until Fogkit and Floodpaw were dry and then they went home. Poppybird stayed for dinner and, afterwards, Slatekit went to play with Ospreymask so Poppybird and Fogkit could talk by themselves. When it was finally time to settle down, long after dark, Slatekit made sure to tell Poppybird goodnight before she and Fogkit went to bed. 

“Today was fun,” Fogkit said as they shared tongues in their nest. 

“Yeah!” purred Slatekit. “I’m glad you came to the river with us.”

“Yeah, me too,” said Fogkit. “I wish you wanted to swim though.” 

“Maybe next time,” Slatekit said, although she very much doubted that.

“When we’re apprentices, we’ll go swimming whenever we want!” Fogkit said. Slatekit grinned and bumped her head against Fogkit’s as the purr overtook her. 

“I love you, Fogkit,” she said. 

“I love you too,” said Fogkit and Slatekit felt the happiest she had in weeks.

#clan gen #clangen #warrior cats #warriors #warrior cats oc #warriors oc #clangen oc #clan gen oc #Clangenrising #Goldenstar #Poppybird #Floodpaw #Wishkit #Newleaf #mediator #Fogpaw #Slatepaw #Lionpaw

[pinegreenapples]

Radiostatic Fic Recs

Do you like radiostatic? Are you looking for something good to read? Here are some of my personal favorites that I think everyone should read! As a reminder, if you don't like something listed, just don't read it! And don't bother the author or me! Staying in your lane is free! 😊

Finished works

Control + V

Vox and Alastor are on the cusp of a relationship but Alastor worries that he isn't enough for Vox. Val interferes.

Get Your Thrill Just to Get At Me

Alastor experiences a rut for the first time and Vox refuses to waste good dick on a panic attack.

Hold Me Like A Grudge

This one's ABO and pretty much just smut. Suppressants fail all over the city! Guess we gotta fuck!

Put Your Fingers Back to the Keys

Alastor gets publicly summoned by Lilith and Vox searches for him.

Escape Was Just a Nod and a Casual Wave

This one's a really cool predator/prey fic where Vox chases Alastor.

Keep You Like an Oath

Alastor sneaks into V Tower and discovers Vox's video logs. It causes a revelation.

Lucidity's Fog

Vox has one final sex dream of him and Alastor together.

How to Commission a Radio Demon Body Pillow (and other assorted things)

This one is based off a tumblr ask thread about Vox having an insane amount of Alastor paraphernalia. It's funny, but it is one-sided.

Would You Download a Demon?

Alastor tells Vox and Rosie that he sold his soul. Vox does something so stupid, it's smart.

Classic and Better

Oooohhhhoooo, this bad boy is what made me start writing again. The characterization of them is so good and I love it so much. Alastor tempts Vox back into his folds and Vox follows blindly.

Once Bitten, Twice Shy

Alastor lays claim to Vox by biting him. This one is short and sweet.

Couple's Therapy

This one was funny and sadly too short. Modern day Alastor and Vox decide to go to therapy as a joke and it actually makes them realize a thing or two.

Bambi

I love this piece. It's cute! Vox and Alastor have two different versions of Bambi-their clashing interpretations lead to an adorable misunderstanding.

Joking Matters

Vox and Alastor got married to consolidate their power and have kept their relationship a secret since.

Obligations

Vox trades for Alastor's soul but it isn't at all like how he wanted. They both cope in their own ways.

Meant to Be Yours

This one's one-sided. Vox gets rejected and takes it really badly. An excellent piece exploring his side.

Bargains

This one is also so so so good. Alastor has a rut cycle and the only person who knows is Vox. However, Alastor hates that he has a rut and takes it out on Vox. Vox just wants to know what Alastor actually wants.

Spite

This one is delicious. It's based off the first episode where Alastor says he pulled a few strings to get the commercial to air. Vox demands that he act in a porno for blackmail.

Just a Slave to Your Instincts

Vox researches deer instincts and uses it very effectively against Alastor.

That One Tuesday

Similar premise to Classic and Better but it involves more of the Hazbin cast and the main plotline of trying to redeem sinners.

Vox and the Terrible, Horrible, No-Good, Very Bad Afterlife

This one is light on the relationship but funny. Basically, every rut Alastor goes fucking nuts and takes it out on Vox. However, no one believes him and they think he's going crazy.

666: Live on Air!

An excellent series that does a good job exploring the push and pull between these two and what a relationship between them would look like with all their hang ups and miscommunications.

Seeking Solace

This story plays with Dom/Sub designations and Vox is a sub who hasn't dropped in too long. He calls Alastor to help.

Radio Made the Video Star

I haven't fully read through this series but it is well written and I'm liking it so far!

Thawing Out

Vox is in an abusive relationship with Valentino. Alastor finds him one night by accident when he's mulling over his relationship. For the first time, Alastor notices that something else might be going on at Vee Tower and he has these awful feelings about it that he can't seem to shake.

The Pitch

Vox swaggers into Alastor's radio tower to propose a deal, he ends up limping out. Wink wonk!

Hypnosis, Live in your Bedroom!

This is inspired by the 666 hypnosis fic and it is quite good! It’s another smut piece of Alastor and Vox exploring his hypnosis.

Other Place

This piece is really sentimental. It made me cry and think about death. Basically, Alastor visits Vox on the anniversary of his mother's death and they talk through his many emotions.

This Wasn't on the Agenda

One-sided but funny! Vox and Alastor start a hissy fit in an overlord meeting about their brief sexual history together.

Staticradio Woodland Fun

This one's cutesy! Vox and Alastor are both mythical creatures experiencing rut and so they spend it with each other.

Feeling from Grace

Angel Dust comes to Alastor with some concerns about Vox’s wellbeing. Alastor manages to fuck it up, as he does all things regarding Vox and feelings.

Music on T.V. and Sex on the Radio!?

This one’s funny and sexy. After their little fight on air, Vox tracks Alastor down in his tower to have some good old fashioned fun.

Stay

Alastor can’t seem to let Vox go, even when Vox decides he can’t keep playing this game anymore.

Like Old Times

Alastor pays Vox a visit in his office after their musical spat to say hello.

Deer in the Backlights

This piece is nice in the way that it explores Vox finally getting closure from his obsession with Alastor. Val and Velvette set up a meeting for Vox and Alastor to finally fuck and get rid of their weird psychosexual tension. Vox wonders if this was really what he wanted all along.

198

This one is pure smut and it’s so delightful. Vox manages to mind break Alastor and turn him into his own personal sex toy. I also highly recommend anything by childishsadism, they write very compelling work!

Undisclosed Desires

Alastor and Vox get into another fight and Alastor finds he likes it a lot more than he thought he would.

To Be Yours

This is my own work! Alastor hears Vox open their personal frequency for the first time in years. Curious, he goes to find out why exactly Vox has chosen to break the silence.

Unfinished works

Addicted

Addicted is really good. Vox finds out he's been drugged by Val for decades and as a result has long term amnesia. He runs away and tries to reckon with a past he can't even remember.

Hypnotic

This one is a rape fic. Vox hypnotizes Alastor against his will and forces him to recount his first sexual encounter as he has sex with him.

Prey of the Video Star

This one is really really good! After the battle, Vox takes Alastor back to Vee tower, determined to finally make the other his. Alastor, weakened, struggles the best that he can even as the noose tightens around his neck.

Safe with Me

This one's good! It's a modern AU where Vox is a CEO and Alastor is a serial killer and podcaster. After separating as childhood friends, Vox and Alastor meet once again and find love with one another.

Equilibrium

Vox saves Alastor and accidentally creates a soulbond between them. This sets in motion a landslide of unexpected events between them.

The Answer is Yes

Okay, this one is extremely well written. It's a fascinating exploration of Vox and Alastor's relationship through a vignette style. It blends all sorts of memories with modern day and it's really cool. I like it a lot.

Bluest Monday

This one is so well written and the romance between them is absolutely heart wrenching. Alastor fears losing Vox to modernity, so he finally accepts Vox’s courting in an attempt to keep the other at his side. This decision has unintended consequences neither could foresee.

Hell’s Televisionary

This one is a really interesting take on Vox and his first few years in Hell. I’m really enjoying it! Vox is new to Hell and looking to make a name for himself. He’s also looking to reconnect with the elusive redhead that helped him when he first fell.

Rival Frequencies

Vox goes after Alastor after the extermination and patches him up. He discovers that maybe his feelings haven’t waned, and he tries to rekindle a friendship with Alastor again.

Tune On In!

This one is based off of an art post where Vox and Alastor got platonically married and details their life together.

Unraveling Emotions

Falling in love makes a sinner’s heart human again and their second death permanent. Vox has never stopped loving Alastor. Alastor makes a mistake and Vox nearly pays the price.

For my friends who liked my post, I hope this finds you!

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[turvi]

Last Christmas

GIF IS NOT MINE, CREDIT TO GIF OWNER

Pairings: George Weasley x fem!Reader, Harry Potter x fem!Reader (ex)

Warning: cheating, angst/fluff, smut, kissing. no voldy au coz that bish is depressing.

MDNI 18+

Last Christmas, I gave you my heart But the very next day, you gave it away This year, to save me from tears I'll give it to someone special

You loved Christmas so much and you were excited to share it with your first boyfriend who happened to be The Chosen One. You asked your parents if you could celebrate Christmas with your friends this year and celebrate New Year with them.

They agreed knowing how hard it was for you to make friends and how much they mean to you. You were wrapping up gifts by the fireplace in the common room when Hermione and Weasley Twins joined you by the couch.

"Hey, have you seen Harry?"Hermione asked fiddling with your cello tape.

"You can talk to me also, my mom tells me I am quite a special child," you said good-naturedly and the group laughed at your quip.

"I know you are very special love you know what I mean" Hermione rolled her eyes at the sight of you chuckling at your stupid joke.

"I am kidding last I saw him he stayed back at the Quidditch Ground after his practice"

Hermione ruffled your hair and quickly left to find her best friend. You soon noticed the twins were still here. While the younger twin fell into an easy conversation with you George couldn't help but look at how beautiful you looked in the light emanating from the fireplace. How your smile brightens up his day or how your friendly touches set his soul on fire.

"You know I also think you are quite special love," George said donning his usual smirk.

You giggled knowing how George has been flirting with you ever since you got to know him. You had to remind yourself that you had a boyfriend when he would even look at you. Surely it's nothing. Right?

He loved Harry like his own brother but did he have to take the only girl who has managed to light up his heart like a Christmas tree? To put it in layman's terms George Weasley was in love with the chosen one's girlfriend who was like his brother. He felt so guilty but also glad that because of Harry he got to know you.

As Hermione made her way toward the quidditch ground she saw Harry locking lips with Cho. His hands were on her waist, hers on his collar.

"HARRY JAMES POTTER" Hermione was infuriated with her best friend. He separated from Cho in seconds.

"Hermione I can explain please don't tell Y/n"

"Explain my foot Potter I am disappointed in you if you didn't love her you could have broken up with her, honestly what is wrong with you?"

"Please don't tell her"

This made her furious

"Potter you are my best friend and I say this with respect but you are an arsehole if you think I will take your side this time"

She turned around making her way to the common room thinking about how will she break the news.

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A year later

Once bitten and twice shy I keep my distance, but you still catch my eye Tell me baby, do you recognize me? Well, it's been a year, it doesn't surprise me

To say last year's Christmas was hard for you was an understatement. Hermione told you how sorry she was that she caught Harry and Cho making out and how disappointed she was in Harry.

You still remember how she looked at you expecting you to cry or throw a fit something but all you did was leave your gifts there and got up from the couch

"Make sure everyone gets their gifts" with that you made your way to your room. You were more disappointed than heartbroken because you had been seeing how Harry looked at Cho and while some part of you just waited for him to look at you like that your relationship with him was a ticking bomb waiting to explode.

And it did. You just didn't expect it to be that soon because you did genuinely love Harry and for him to break your heart like this was disappointing.

Now that Harry had shattered your heart George took his sweet time to mend your broken heart. He has waited this long to be with you he can wait longer if it meant he got to be with you because deep down he knows all the wait will be worth it.

Christmas was next month and you were nervous. Everyone was going to be there and you know it was going to be awkward.

"I am going to be there too you know?"George held your hand gently.

You were so thankful to have him around to shoot down any insecure thoughts you had. To be honest they started brewing when you started noticing how different Harry started to behave around Cho. How he had all the compliments reserved for her. How he was there for you but never really there for you.

"I know George but I have been enough burden for you, you need a break from my constant complaining too" you tried your best not to let your voice waver.

"That's not correct yesterday you were just crying," he said jokingly

You chuckled. This has been a cycle for a year. You cried and George made you laugh. You felt a similar feeling bubbling when he held your hand gently, or if he would listen to you with such concentration, or if he would look at you like you are the only person in the room.

It was getting a bit overwhelming because you never felt like this with Harry and you almost felt bad to get over Harry this quickly. Almost. He held your hand again.

"I am going to be there for you Y/n," he said, you noticed how his eyes flicked to your lips for a minute. There was no way he had feelings for you right? No, it was wrong for your friend's older brother to feel this way.

"Can I kiss you?" his eyes widened at your words and the moment you thought about apologizing you felt his lips on you. He kissed you so gently. You felt your heartbeat increase as he cupped your jaw to kiss you properly.

He breaks the kiss to take a breather. You like how he looks right now. Out of breath, cheeks blushing, pupils dilated.

"Sorry I just had to kiss you, I have been wanting to do that for a very long time." his cheeks got redder at his own confession.

"How long?" your voice soft and genuine

"Since the day I saw you," he said cupping your cheeks again.

"But I was with Harry that time"

"Yes it broke my heart watching you with him, but it was crushing my soul to watch your heartbreak time and again." he brushed your cheeks with his thumbs as he spoke up again "It is fine if you want to take time"

"If you don't mind let's take it slow, we can still go on dates and do something you like?"You didn't want to agree that somewhere in your heart you had liked George Weasley too when he would relentlessly flirt with you but also check up on you when you felt down. A trait you find missing in your previous partner.

"Well lovie I would also love to do something you like to do" he was beaming with the fact that you wanted to give him a chance. He got closer to you and noticed how your breath hitched.

"And I will wait for you as long as I get to be yours" he smirked noticing your cheeks flush.

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Christmas Day

I'll give it to someone I'll give it to someone special Who'll give me something in return I'll give it to someone (hold my heart) I'll give it to someone special (it wants to go)

You were standing at the entrance of the burrow. You were a bit early and you could already hear chatter from inside. It made you more nervous. You knocked on the door and Molly welcomed you with a bright smile.

"Good Evening Mrs. Weasley Happy Christmas" you gave her your own version of a bright smile.

"Oh, Y/nn you and your formalities how many times have I told you to call me Molly."

"Sorry...uh yes Molly" she guided you toward the living where everyone was settled in front of the fireplace. As soon as you settled down a familiar voice made itself known.

"You are looking beautiful Y/n"

You looked up to see Harry looking at you whilst Cho held to him with her dear life.

You gave him a small smile "Thank you Harry you too"

Ron and Hermione chuckled lightly, you looked at them mockingly confused.

"Y/n I'll get you a hot chocolate, make yourself comfortable"

Before Molly could move a voice from the staircase interrupted her.

"Mum let me get her hot chocolate you can rest"George huffed

"My sweet boy, it's on the stove" she pinched his cheek as his eyes took you in with a smirk on his lips.

You have tried to keep your relationship a secret although you have seen Molly and Fred give you a knowing look and right now Fred settled himself beside you and wondered loudly.

"George never got me anything" his face looked so serious you almost apologized on behalf of George.

"Yeah me neither," Ron said while looking for more marshmallows.

George soon appeared with your hot chocolate and some snacks on a plate.

"Snacks too?!" Percy exclaimed bewildered at his brother's behavior.

George quickly settled himself between you and Fred. While George gave you heart eyes Fred poked him on his arms.

"You know there is plenty of space?"

"Yes but it's warm here," he said his eyes not leaving yours, while Fred rolled his eyes he was happy to see George so happy with you.

While others continued their chatter you were both involved in subtle touches. It surprised you really you never thought you were the touchy kind but it has always been a bit different with George.

"Someone is starring daggers on my back" he giggled looking pointedly towards Harry.

"And? What am I supposed to do about that?" all you could see was how George's nose and cheeks were blushing and how much you wanted to kiss it.

"You are staring love" he smirked but internally he was bursting with love.

"You reckon I stare at someone else?" you giggled as he put a hand on his chest and scowled at you mockingly.

"Y/n L/n don't you dare stare at someone else other than me."

The lovebirds were unaware they still had the chosen one's attention. He didn't mean to feel so angsty on a Christmas Day when he had his girlfriend beside him but he had missed you. They say you take things for granted until you lose them. Harry Potter took you for granted and lost you to George Weasley. It made him sick that you looked happier with him, more in love.

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Things could not get worse for Harry Potter right now. Everyone was sleeping peacefully but he had a big fight with Cho about how he didn't pay attention to her one bit today. It got worse when he realized you and George were in the next room.

Sounds of the bed creaking, and soft moans could be heard. He forced his eye shut when he heard you.

"I'm yours, George."

"Uh, babe you really mean that?" he asked as if he was not thrusting himself into you right now

"Yes Georgie, I know it took me time but I realized that you are my muse George Weasley I am glad you fell in love with me"

George lovingly smiled at you "I'm glad you fell in love with me"

At that moment Harry realized he lost something special to George. Harry cried himself to sleep that night your dreams haunting him.

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TTT Series: Tzuyu Tops Twice

Chapter: 1-3 Mina Arc; Eating in the kitchen tags/ genres/ warnings (This work of fiction contains the ff: Cheating (NTR), g!p dom Tzuyu… Enjoy!)

Next Morning...

Mina sighed softly as she stood behind the kitchen counter, idly sifting through her ingredients. Her thoughts began to wander; a faint blush gracing her cheeks as she found herself lost in the memories of the previous day.

Her... encounter with Tzuyu was etched vividly in her mind. Every touch, every kiss, every naughty little thing Tzuyu whispered, she could remember it all. Her pulse quickened as her fingers grazed her lips, imagining Tzuyu's lips on hers once more. Her lips were so soft, she smelled like chocolates... Ugh, snap out of it Mina. Yesterday was a one time thing. Nothing more. I was just... too shocked to protest... that's all.

And yet today, she was wearing an even looser tank top that showcased her ample cleavage. She had decided to forgo the shorts, opting instead for just her black laced panties. Her wish was clear - to entice, to tempt, and to get fucked.

Oh who am I kidding. God, I hope she likes my outfit... I-is this too much? I-I'm practically begging at this point. Fuck I look totally needy don't I? Should I change?

Before she could change her mind, Tzuyu sauntered over into the kitchen, her presence enough to freeze Mina in her spot. Every move Tzuyu made was like a magnet, pulling all of Mina's attention towards her. Mina could feel her body heating up, her skin tingling with anticipation.

Here she comes... Mmm, she looks so sexy. I bet she can't resist checking me out again this time.

However, much to Mina's disappointment, nothing... Nothing happened. Tzuyu seemed to ignore her seductive appearance, acting like it was just another ordinary morning. Mina's heart sank, her arousal turning into frustration. She watched from her periphery as Tzuyu casually grabbed a glass of water, taking a sip before leaving the glass in the sink and turning to leave.

What the? Hello? I'm not invisible am I? Ugh, How could she not notice me? M-maybe she's still sleepy.

Unable to contain herself any longer, Mina blurted out, her voice oozing with need, "U-um... M-morning Tzu."

Mina, just keep it together. Don't let her see how desperate you are. Play it cool.

Tzuyu turned towards her, her gaze meeting Mina's. "Good morning, Mina unnie," she replied, her tone casual. "Making breakfast for Chaeyoung again?"

Mina's disappointment grew, her frustration reaching its peak. She couldn't understand why Tzuyu wasn't responding to her like she had before. Why isn't she jumping me like she did yesterday? I practically have my tits and ass out, for fuck's sake. Shouldn't she be craving me by now? Or is it because she spent all night fucking Sana? Thoughts of insecurity and jealousy swirled in Mina's mind.

Summoning her courage, Mina managed to answer, her voice weak and unsure. "Y-yeah... breakfast, hehe." she stammered, biting her lower lip. Her hands trembled as she continued, "D-do you... want anything today?"

Tzuyu's eyebrows raised in mild surprise, but she decided to play coy. "Not really. Why?" she asked innocently, her eyes glinting with a hint of mischief.

Mina's dejection grew, her frustration boiling over. She turned her back to Tzuyu, sighing heavily. "Ugh... N-nevermind, Tzu," she muttered, her bitterness apparent.

"Just... go back to bed with Sana."

Tears threatened to spill from the corners of her eyes, her lips bitten in frustration. She was so needy, so desperate for release, but she couldn't bring herself to ask Tzuyu, her wife's best friend, for help again. Of course she wouldn't want you... Stupid Mina. Even your own wife doesn't want you. Ugh, I'm such an idiot.

Just as she was about to resign herself to her misery, Mina's body tensed as she felt the all-too-familiar sensation of Tzuyu's arms enveloping her from behind. It was the same backhug from yesterday morning, a gesture that ignited a glimmer of hope within her.

Tzuyu's lips curled into a seductive smirk as she whispered, her voice sweet as honey, "Were you, perhaps... hoping for a repeat of yesterday, unnie~? Hmm?" Her hands trailed along the inner parts of Mina's thigh, sending a delicious shiver down her spine. Mina cursed herself for how easily her legs parted, but the needy part of her so easily won.

Tzuyu smirked, but didn't go further just yet. Instead, she chose to draw circles on Mina's well-toned abs, teasing her with every touch. Tzuyu leaned in, her lips dangerously close to Mina's ear, and whispered huskily, "Is that why you wore these today? To show off your ass more, hoping I'd lose control?" She tugged on the hem of Mina's black lacy panties, her fingers ghosting over Mina's clothed crotch.

Mina's breath hitched, her chest rising and falling with every labored breath. Fuck she's driving me insane. And when Tzuyu's sinful tongue licked a trail along Mina's neck, she felt herself melting, putty in Tzuyu's hands.

With a low growl, Tzuyu continued, "Did Chae not satisfy you last night, unnie? Hmm? After you spent the entire day... mmm~... touching yourself while listening to me pounding my wife?" Mina's eyes widened in shock. Her mind raced with panic. "Oh my god, she knows?" she thought, her heartbeat pounding in her ears.

Tzuyu chuckled lightly, her voice filled with amusement. "It wasn't that hard to figure out, y'know. I could hear you moaning so damn loud. Luckily for you, my wife was too fucked out to notice." The realization sent a fury of blushes to appear on Mina's face. "I-I wasn't - Uhh~"

Tzuyu's teasing didn't stop there. Her fingers moved up once more, this time to Mina's erect nipples. She flicked them gently... repeatedly... agonizingly slow; occasionally pinching them, each touch sending a surge of heat throughout Mina's body.

"See, unlike yesterday, I'm not in the mood to give you a freebie," Tzuyu teased, her voice tempting and sweet. "If you want me to make you cum, you're gonna have to ask for it, unnie~"

Mina's thoughts raced as she felt the intensity building within her. "Oh god, I could cum from this alone," Her hips starting to grind against Tzuyu's hard bulge, seeking the sweet release she craved. Mmm~ so hard...uhh~ fuck

Tzuyu abruptly pulled away, a growl escaping her lips. "Ahp~ naughty, Mina unnie~" she taunted, her voice filled with a mix of desire and dominance. "I told you, all you have to do is beg. I won't give it to you until you do." As she spoke, she spanked Mina's ass, eliciting a yelp from the needy wife.

Mina bit her lip, her eyes closing as a surge of pleasure coursed through her veins. "P-please... P-please touch me, Tzu..." she pleaded, her voice filled with desperation. Her breaths grew shallow, her grip on the counter tightening. Just when she thought Tzuyu would give in, she was met with yet another hard spank, causing a trail of her juices to leak down her thighs.

"Ahhn~ oohhhh Tzuu~... Mmmm please~"

Arousal and frustration filled Mina's mind as she tried to gather herself. "That's not how you beg, unnie," Tzuyu growled, her voice firm. "I need you to say it properly. Beg me, your wife's best friend, to eat your cheating sopping wet cunt out, beg me to make you cum again and again and again."

"Fuck, I can't believe I'm doing this," Mina's inner voice screamed, a mix of guilt and pleasure consuming her thoughts.

"Please..." Mina's shaky voice was barely a whisper; filled with a raw, desperate longing. "Eat my sopping wet pussy, Tzu~. Make me cum harder than my wife ever did."

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Tzuyu's eyes darkened with predatory hunger as she took in the sight of the needy wife before her. Unable to resist the temptation any longer, she dropped to her knees, her gaze fixated on Mina's exposed thighs. Slowly, she removed Mina's stained panties and dropped them to her ankles, her breath hitching at the utterly sinful sight before her.

Mina was bent over the counter, her body trembling with anticipation. Her hair was a tousled mess, adding to the rawness of the moment. Her plump ass was on full display, begging Tzuyu to come closer. The lush swollen lips of Mina's pussy were spread wide, practically pulsating with need. And to tease her even more, a trail of creamy precum trickled down Mina's inner thighs, tempting Tzuyu's tongue.

Fucking hell, she's beautiful.

Tzuyu palmed Mina's ass and spread her cheeks open, revealing her glistening core. She gulped; the intoxicating aroma of Mina's arousal filled the air, and she just couldn't resist her urges anymore.

She leaned in, her nose hovering just above Mina's gushing, throbbing pussy. Fuck, her scent is so... Mmm~ Intoxicating... She inhaled deeply, relishing in the musky sweet aroma.

Mina's cheeks blushed a deep shade of crimson, Tzuyu's actions catching her off guard. O-oh god she's sniffing me down there. Ahn~ This is so hot... And so embarrassing. I hope I at least smell clean.

"Fuck... you smell so fucking good unnie~ Mmm~" Tzuyu moaned, her voice dripping with lust. She couldn't help but take another sniff, her head spinning, her eyes almost glazing over. The scent of Mina's arousal is like a drug, fueling her addiction and need.

Feverishly, Tzuyu darts out her tongue, lapping up every drop of precum on Mina's thighs, savoring the taste of her forbidden nectar. "Mmm~, you're so fucking wet, Mina unnie." She groaned, peppering Mina's ass and with gentle kisses and playful bites. She traced her thighs with her slender fingers, making Mina giggle lightly. "Mmm~ N-not there. I-I'm a lil' bit ticklish Tzu."

Tzuyu smirked before taking another bite, this time near her inner thigh, eliciting a breathless moan from a sensitive Mina. "Mmm~ you're so beautiful unnie. Uh~ Chaeyoung's so damn lucky to be able to tap this every day."

Mina bit her lip, looking back at Tzuyu with a cute pout. "C-Chaeyoung hasn't really... touched me for over a month now."

What the... actual fuck? Why tho? Tzuyu's eyes widened with surprise at Mina's revelation. The thought of her best friend neglecting such a beautiful, dripping pussy was infuriating and exciting all at once. She couldn't help but feel a surge of possessiveness, knowing that she had the opportunity to satisfy Mina's neglected desires. Fucking hell Chae. You fucking idiot.

"Well, fuck, unnie," Tzuyu growled, her voice filled with dominance. "I'm sorry about that. Let me make it up to you, mkay? Today, let's make it about you, princess."

Tzuyu wasted no time. With a hungry growl, she dove in, her tongue lapping at Mina's hot pulsating cunt. Mina's body jerked in response, her back arching as she let out a long desperate moan.

"Oooohhh~ Tzuyuu~" Her legs trembled, struggling to support her up as Tzuyu's skilled tongue worked its magic.

God, I needed this, Mina thought, her mind consumed with the overwhelming pleasure coursing through her. Tzuyu's tongue was a relentless force, flicking and teasing Mina's sensitive core with precision.

Starting with long, slow licks, Tzuyu traced the outer folds of Mina's pussy, driving her wild with anticipation. She focused on massaging the soft velvety skin, making Mina's pussy gush open. She eagerly laps up the juices before diving further in, searching for Mina's sensitive bud. Found it... Ahm~

The sensation of Tzuyu's tongue on her engorged clit made Mina's body shudder. Each stroke sent jolts of electrifying pleasure straight to her core.

"Hahn~, mmm~ yes! Uhh~ Right there Tzu... Just like that, uhhh~" Mina moaned, her voice dripping with need.

Mina's breath hitched, her fingers gripping the edge of the counter for support. The sensations intensified as Tzuyu's tongue circled around her clit, applying just the right amount of pressure to send her into a frenzy. 

Oh fuck, her tongue feels so good. I can't believe how wet I've gotten. Mmm~ more... Hah~ I want more, Mina's inner voice pleaded, consumed by a primal desire.

As Tzuyu's tongue ventured deeper, Mina's legs spread wider, granting her unrestricted access. Tzuyu plunged her tongue deeper into Mina's wetness, exploring every hidden fold with expertise. Mina's walls clenched around Tzuyu's skilled tongue, desperate for more.

"Fuck! Oh god, yes! Right there!" Mina's body responded eagerly, her hips grinding against Tzuyu's mouth, seeking more of that delicious pleasure. She couldn't help but let out a string of moans and gasps, each sound enticing Tzuyu to do more.

"Uhhh~ Ahhh~ O-oh god Tzuyu~ Yesh... Ahnn~ More pleash~" Mina's voice was desperate, her moans growing louder and needier as time went on.

Tzuyu, sensing Mina's growing need, increased the speed and intensity of her movements. Her tongue flicked and swirled, alternating between gentle suction and rapid flicks, sending Mina spiraling closer to the edge. The counter beneath Mina's hands shook as she struggled to maintain her balance, overwhelmed by the intensity of Tzuyu's skilled tongue.

Fffuuuuckk she eating me so good. Sana, you lucky bitch. I can only imagine what she's been doing to you every day, Mina's inner voice purred, a mix of envy and excitement coursing through her.

The sound of Tzuyu's wet tongue meeting Mina's slick folds filled the room, mingling with Mina's moans. The rhythm of Tzuyu's oral assault grew more intense, her movements becoming more rhythmic.

She matched the tempo of Mina's reactions, bringing her closer and closer to the edge. Mmm~ Fuck she tastes so good. More... I want to see her lose herself more. In a sudden burst of intense passion, Tzuyu pressed further in, smothering her face in Mina's pussy. She pressed Mina firmly against the counter, almost lifting her up there. Her grip on Mina's ass was so tight it left imprints, but she didn't care. She spread Mina's cheeks even wider, fully pressing her mouth against Mina's luscious cunt.

"Ahn~ Tzuyu! Uhhhh!~ Fuck Babyyy~" Mina's mind drew blank as she almost lost her grip from Tzuyu's intensity, her toes straining to keep her up. She could feel Tzuyu's tongue probing further... deeper into her core. God, I-I can't even think straight anymore. Uhhh~ Shit... I've never been eaten out this good before.

Then, in a moment of unexpected contact, Tzuyu's nose brushed against Mina's tight little asshole. Mina yelped in surprise before biting her lips, the sudden sensation sending a jolt of pleasure through her body.

Tzuyu smirked, realizing she had stumbled upon Mina's weakness. "Oh, that's your weak spot, huh, unnie?" she teased, her voice dripping with satisfaction.

Unable to contain her shyness, Mina blushed and protested, her legs crossing as she denies Tzuyu. "N-no, not there, Tzu..." Her voice was a mix of embarrassment and arousal, her desires conflicting with her modesty.

But Tzuyu, fueled by her mischievous nature, couldn't resist the temptation. She leaned in closer, her breath warm against Mina's sensitive skin, and took a long needy sniff.

Mina's face burned crimson as her mind raced with a mixture of embarrassment and excitement. Oh god, she... she sniffed my ass... How did she... find out? That I... like it? Not even Chae kno- Ahmmm~!

Before Mina could fully process her conflicting emotions, Tzuyu's tongue ventured even further, grazing against her puckered hole. The sudden contact sent a shockwave of pleasure throughout Mina's body, causing her legs to tremble uncontrollably.

"Mmm Fuuckk-mmph!" Mina let out a muffled whimper, her hands flying to her mouth just in time to mute her screams, her legs giving out beneath her. Luckily, Tzuyu caught her just in time, supporting her against the counter.

Tzuyu grinned. "Sensitive are we now? Fuck I can't resist teasing you when you're like this Mina unnie..."

Holy shit, she just licked my ass... and it felt so fucking good... Mina's inner voice screamed with pleasure, her inhibitions slowly melting away.

Tzuyu's strong arms wrapped around Mina, keeping her steady as she continued her assault on Mina's sensitive entrance. Mina's body responded eagerly, her senses overwhelmed by the dual stimulation of Tzuyu's fingers and tongue.

With one hand firmly gripping Mina's hip to hold her in place, Tzuyu brought her other hand to Mina's sweltering hot core. Slowly, she inserted two fingers in, checking for Mina's reactions as she pushed deeper. She smiled, seeing Mina's lidded eyes flutter, her face wracked in bliss.

"Ready for my fingers unnie?" She asked, peppering Mina's ass with light feathery kisses.

Mina's head spun at the soft gentle sensations, managing a wordless nod as she braced herself. With a beat, Tzuyu's fingers start to pump in and out of her wet cunt. Sloshing sounds fill the room as her fingers explored every nook and cranny, seeing which spots make Mina's breath hitch, which spots make her yelp and scream, which spots make her moan for more...

"Mmm~ That's right unnie. Show me more of you. Don't hold back and just give in. I guarantee I got ya~." With a hiss, Tzuyu bit Mina's asscheeks again, making her pussy gush even more. When her fingers finally found Mina's G-spot, she didn't hesitate; pressing and curling against it with unmatched fervor and precision.

"Ahhh~ Holyy F-fuck!" Mina cried, her voice a mix of pleasure and surprise. The relentless assault on her most sensitive areas left her trembling, her body aching for that sweet release.

Oh my god... Tzuyu is... she's eating me out better than Chae ever had... Mina's inner voice whispered, a mix of surprise and satisfaction. Is it wrong to enjoy this so much?

With Tzuyu's fingers thoroughly working Mina's cunt, she continued to ravish her tight asshole with her tongue. Each lick sent waves of pleasure coursing through Mina's body, her legs turning into jelly once again. Ooohhh god~ Chae never went this deep... never flicked her tongue, never this good...

Tzuyu propped Mina firmly against the counter, ensuring that she had the support she needed. Mina stuck her ass out even more, her head flat on the counter top, her mind hazy, her consciousness fading in and out.

Fuck, Chae... I'm so sorry. She's just too good... for now on, Tzuyu will be my dirty little secret... Mina's inner voice whispered, her mind utterly consumed by the intense pleasure. I won't deny myself this pleasure any longer.

Tzuyu's slick fingers then danced over Mina's swollen clit, rubbing and teasing the sensitive nub with a purposeful rhythm. Mina's back arched beautifully, her legs flexing in, her entire body stiffening; now taut as a string, one pluck ready to snap it at anytime.

Yes... yes, Tzuyu... finger my pussy... eat my ass... do whatever you want to me... Her thoughts were a jumble of sinful desires and desperate pleas for more. 

Mmm~ god I'm about to cum. Uhhh~ Chae... you're best friend is about to make me cum...

Tzuyu, sensing Mina's imminent release, intensified her efforts, intent on driving her insane. Her tongue delved deeper into Mina's puckered hole, flicking and swirling with unrestrained desire. Her fingers moved faster, applying absurd amounts of pressure to Mina's sopping cunt. 

Mina's moans grew higher in pitch, her hips grinding hard against Tzuyu's hand and tongue. The echoes of her pleasure blended in with the wet sounds of Tzuyu's tongue ravaging her ass. 

"O-oh god... T-tzuyu... I'm gonna... I'm gonna... fuuuck uuhhhh~!" Her voice strained with pleasure, her body on the cusp of release.

"Fuck! I-I'm cumming! Harder! Oh god, Tzuyuuuuu~" Mina screamed, her body convulsing, her toes curling. Her cries grew louder and more desperate until she could hardly form coherent words, her voice reduced to a series of breathless gasps and moans.

And then it happened. Mina's body tensed, the coil of pleasure within her snapping like a rubber band. A primal scream escaped her lips as her orgasm washed over her like a tidal wave. 

"Fuuuck! I'm cumming! cumming... cumming... aaaahhhhhhh!" Mina's voice turned into a low, guttural moan as her pussy clenched and spasmed, releasing a torrent of sweet, warm juices.

The room was filled with the explicit sound of Mina squirting, her moans blending with the wet splashing of her juices. Her body convulsed with pleasure, her moans turning into a continuous symphony of ecstasy.

Oh god... I'm squirting... I'm squirting so fucking hard... I can't stop!

Her eyes rolled back in ecstasy as the waves of pleasure crashed over her. Her legs quivered uncontrollably, the intense sensation causing her to lose her balance. She instinctively grabbed onto the counter for support as her pussy continued to squirt stream after stream.

"Mmmmm... Tzuyu... S-stop stop s-stop p-please... Uhhh~ I'm sensitive... I can't even... oooooh fuck~!" Mina's voice escaped in ragged gasps, her body going limp, her toes barely touching the ground as she relied solely on Tzuyu to hold her up.

"Mmmmmmmmmmm! Yes~ Fuck!" Mina's voice echoed through the room, a mixture of pleasure, relief, and sheer satisfaction.

Tzuyu didn't let up, continuing to stimulate Mina through her peak, her fingers and tongue driving Mina to heaven. She didn't care that her face was getting drenched with Mina's juices, she just wanted more.

"Mmmmmmm~ Yeah! Fuck it... Don't stop! Just like that! Oh fuck! I'm gonna... uhh~ cumming again~" Mina's voice quivered with pleasure, her mind crumbling as she just gave in. Tzuyu held her limp body firmly against the counter, bringing her to orgasm three more times before finally stopping.

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Tzuyu's eyes were fixated on the luscious sight before her - a thoroughly fucked out Mina, sprawled on the counter, eyes rolled up and completely glazed over. Hand prints were left imprinted red on her ass, some of her juices still pooling on the floor. Her body trembled, her legs weak and unable to support her. Tzuyu couldn't help but gulp at the utterly sinful sight, her cock straining painfully against her shorts.

As Mina's disheveled hair fell away from her face, she glanced back at Tzuyu, her eyes filled with need and carnal desire.

"T-tzuyu... c-cock... your cock, please... I want it," Mina begged, her voice desperate and needy; each word punctuated by her ragged breaths. She reached around and spread her ass cheeks wide, putting her sloppy wet cunt on full display, her white hot cum still oozing out. "Please fuck my needy pussy with your cock... Please~"

Next Chapter: 1-4 Mina Arc; Turnabout's Fair Play...

#twice smut #mina smut #tzuyu smut

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Forbidden Fruit - Part X

Part I

A strong arm came to wrap around his back, pulling him close and into the kiss. The pain from the split in his lip was sharp and throbbing and when Laios' pushed a tongue into his mouth a moment later Chilchuck could taste copper as he met it with his own.

Down where Laios was still stroking them both, tight and quick, he could feel the tallman's cock jump against his own as they deepened the kiss and Laios groaned into his mouth.

If Chilchuck was not careful he might end up devoured whole. If he was not very careful, he might even want to be.

But as charming as Laios was, growing increasingly more unhinged for him, and as nice as that hand felt, squeezing and stroking them, Chilchuck wanted more and he was done being distracted.

One hand still buried in blond hair he reached down with the other to grab a diligently working wrist. Laios whined a lost noise of protest into his mouth but he still let go when Chilchuck made him. Did not part from the kiss when instead Chilchuck wrapped his hand around Laios' length. Stroking it once, twice, to make sure the oil was well spread. That cock was slick and hot and perfect and Chilchuck was done waiting around for it. So he took back control. Something that never should have been wrenched from him by calloused hands and burning eyes.

Their kiss was broken as he rose up onto his knees, golden eyes fluttering open where they had been lost in pleasure.

"Are you sure?" The question was stupid and too close to patronising, his touch docile as large hands came to rest on narrow hips. But something about the way Laios looked at him made Chilchuck swallow the sharp reprimand already prickling on his tongue. Instead he gave a grin that was just as sharp.

"Let me show you how sure."

He held stubborn eye contact as he got into position, shifting his hips and using his hold on Laios' cock to angle it just right. Despite the bravado Chilchuck's heart was hammering inside his chest, both with excitement and nerves, as that slick, broad tip brushed up against his opening. Aligning it was simple enough, barely more than a teasing push, a gentle hint at what was to come.

Once he had found the right angle Chilchuck slowly, very slowly, began to lower his hips.

Despite all their preparation, despite Chilchuck's deft fingers and Laios' excited ones, despite the copious amounts of oil and all the time they had taken to get here, the breech was not simple. Laios was large, his tip wide and unforgiving and Chilchuck had to force it in against the protest of his softened muscles and the dull pain he felt as it speared him open.

When it finally popped inside Laios let out a wild, bitten back groan, hips trembling where he tried so diligently to hold them still. Those strong hands grabbed his hips harder, holding on tight without pushing him move. Good. Laios probably knew if he tried anything like that Chilchuck might just end up killing him.

Chilchuck took a moment to breathe and will himself to relax. The pressure was already intense and he had only just taken the very tip of that impressive cock. Yet it was also immensely satisfying and he already wanted more.

So when his breathing was steady and the pain just a dull throb, Chilchuck continued.

Closing his eyes he took his time. Sinking lower, then stopping again. Breathing, relaxing. Sinking. Finding into a patient but consistent rhythm that allowed Chilchuck to lose himself to the sensations. To the feeling of being filled and stretched further and deeper. The feeling of blond hair between his fingers. Hungry lips against his own as he strained back into another kiss.

This time Laios was much less feverish, much less aggressive. Instead their kiss turned almost ... gentle. Softly sliding lips and playfully flicking tongues. Quiet moans. Only the barest hints of teeth. All while Chilchuck let himself sink deeper and deeper, back into Laios' lap.

He was not sure how much he had already taken, only knew he was not close, when a large hand cupped the back of his head and Laios pulled away from their kiss. Not far, just enough to rest his forehead against Chilchuck's.

"Can't believe we're doing this", he breathed, eyes hooded and fixed on Chilchuck's damp and bitten lips. "Can't believe you'd want to try. Feel so good, Chil. So tight for me. And ... and so beautiful..."

For a moment it felt like Chilchuck could not breathe as something squeezed his ribcage, his lungs, his heart.

"What...?", he wheezed, unable to form any smart reply. This was surreal. Nobody had ever called him beautiful before. Saying it was not the first thing that came to mind was probably an understatement. But Laios would not be Laios if he were physically able to leave it at that.

"You are", he breathed, moving his hand to cup Chilchuck's face instead. "Look so beautiful ... taking my cock..."

"Laios..." Chilchuck was not sure if it was supposed to be a warning, a threat or something else entirely. But as he said the tallman's name that cock inside him gave a heavy throb and the grip on his hip tightened.

"Chil", he sighed in return and those hips canted upwards just slightly, pushing just a bit deeper and leaving Chilchuck reeling with more than just compliments.

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Part XI

#chilaios #laichil #chilchuck tims #laios touden #dunmeshi #powerbottom chil #servicetop laios #fen from about a week ago: just one quick chilaios fic to treat myself #it'll be short and sweet no more than 5 parts #i can just throw them out on tumblr as i go #it's not like i'll clog the tag or anything #now look at me #putting on my clown make-up #sorry chilaios nation

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Today's compilation:

Monsters of Rock 1998 Hair Metal / Hard Rock / Arena Rock /Heavy Metal / Pop-Metal

Good lord, this had to have been one of the most heavily advertised albums of all time, man. I don't know how much ad money the Razor & Tie label shelled out for all of their 'As Seen on TV' comps back in the day, but the commercials for Monsters of Rock and Monster Ballads were fucking inescapable throughout the late 90s and early 2000s, especially. Like, you'd be watching something on cable, and the commercial for this album would come on, so then you'd change the channel, and the same commercial would be playing on there too! And then you'd just force yourself to sit through it, and eventually, through repetition, the entire sequence of little song snippets that gets played throughout the ad would become a permanently etched medley inside of your goddamn mind, destined to haunt your soul for the rest of eternity:

🎶Cum on feel the noize, girls rock ya boys…my, my, my, I'm once bitten, twice shy, babe…poison!…*synths from Europe's "The Final Countdown"*…round and round, what comes around goes around, I'll tell you why…she's my cherry pie, cool drink of water, such a sweet surprise…we're not gonna take it, no! we ain't gonna take it…she's only seventeen, seventeen…here I go again on my own…I'm no fool, nobody's fool, nobody's fool…so hold on loosely…🎶

Now, the hair metal era may have been the dumbest and most ridiculous period of mainstream rock that we've ever borne witness to—and it's very difficult for me to think of another commercially successful subgenre in which rank stupidity has been such an inherently defining trait—but thanks to a combination of my own nostalgia for these damn Razor & Tie ads and my sometimes weird and ironic affinity for bad shit, after listening to this album, there is really nothing more that I want to do than hitch a ride back to 1990 so I can live out a super corny fantasy as a badass suburban high school senior who cruises through town in a boxy, red sedan with the windows down as these silly songs blare out of my speakers 😎.

But like I said, I am also under no illusion here; I'm fully cognizant of just how patently absurd so much of this music was. And when it comes to the pinnacle of pure trash, I really don't think anything ever quite managed to top Warrant's signature 1990 anthem, "Cherry Pie," which is obviously on this album. Like, have you heard or thought about this tune recently? It really might be the single-dumbest song that's ever been recorded in human history. And as the single-dumbest song that's ever been recorded in human history, it has thankfully and, I guess quite fittingly, been memorialized in some way, since…*checks notes*…you can currently go see the pizza box that its lyrics were originally transcribed on at the Hard Rock Cafe in Destin, Florida… 😭.

🎶I scream, you scream, we all scream for her Don't even try, 'cuz you can't ignore her!🎶

Also, Winger's "Seventeen." Yikes; you can probably guess what that one's about! Talk about songs that haven't aged well at all 😩:

🎶She's only seventeen (seventeen) Daddy says she's too young, but she's old enough for me🎶

Yeah… This one's catchy and all, but, um…no. 👎👎👎👎👎👎👎👎👎👎👎👎👎👎👎👎👎 Really glad we've finally realized as a society that, at the very least, fully-grown adults singing lustily about minors is a very unacceptable thing to do. I mean, it took way too long for us to get here, but at least we've finally made it to this point, right? And I think "Cherry Pie" is probably about a minor too, by the way, but that's also up for debate 😑.

To be clear, though, not every song on this album is embarrassingly dumb and/or skeevy hair metal. I happen to think Living Colour's alt metal classic, "Cult of Personality," is a genuinely great banger. And I also dig the southern rock smoothness of a song like .38 Special's "Hold On Loosely" too; but most of the rest of these are just pure dunderheaded hair metal classics, and a key, overarching feature of this stuff was just how fucking maximally mindless it all was. It's hard to put a finger on what exactly allowed this madness to spread so widely and flourish for nearly a whole-ass decade in the first place, but thank goodness grunge came along when it did and dethroned this stuff from its perch as rock music's top subgenre in the early 90s, because, seriously, this shit was so excessive and outrageous.

All that being said though, and as good and necessary as grunge was back then, I can't help but imagine what a kick-ass time it would probably be to have almost any one of these Monsters of Rock songs come on at the bar while you and everyone else around you are in a highly intoxicated stupor; like, "Black Hole Sun," "Man in the Box," "Interstate Love Song," "Even Flow," etc., might be total jams in and of themselves, but songs like those are probably not gonna do the same trick as something like Alice Cooper's "Poison" can in that type of situation. I mean, when you're fully committed to annihilating some brain cells, it's good to have music that's way ahead of you in order to accompany your experience, right? 😅

Highlights:

Quiet Riot - "Cum On Feel the Noize" Great White - "Once Bitten Twice Shy" Alice Cooper - "Poison" Europe - "The Final Countdown" Ratt - "Round and Round" Warrant - "Cherry Pie" Whitesnake - "Here I Go Again" Winger - "Seventeen" Living Colour - "Cult of Personality" Twisted Sister - "We're Not Gonna Take It" Judas Priest - "You've Got Another Thing Coming" Cinderella - "Nobody's Fool" .38 Special - "Hold On Loosely" Autograph - "Turn Up the Radio"

#hair metal #glam metal #heavy metal #metal #rock #hard rock #arena rock #pop metal #classic rock #music #70s #70s music #70's #70's music #80s #80s music #80's #80's music #90s #90s music #90's #90's music #Youtube

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Snippet Thursday, Week Two: Blackmail Au

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Kleiver stormed out of the hold of the air train, dragging the boy by the collar. He was fighting every step of the way, but Kleiver far outclassed him for height and weight. Jak's feet kicked and scrambled for purchase in the dusty mesa top. Damas tensed. What was the idiot doing? Jak barely trusted him as it was!

"Kleiver!" Damas hurried out of the temple courtyard, one hand already outstretched as if to pry the man's hand free. "Let him go!"

Kleiver swung his arm, sending the skinny teen careening into Damas’s chest. Hastily, Damas caught Jak and pushed the boy behind him.

"What do you think you're doing?" he demanded.

"I told you I ain't no babysitter!" Kleiver growled, "Do you know what this stupid ankle-biter did?! Risked blowing the entire operation!"

"It worked, didn't it?" Jak snapped. He straightened out his tunic and bared his teeth.

Kleiver pointed a thick finger at the boy, who puffed out his chest as if trying to make himself look bigger and more intimidating.

"Volcan help me, lordship, but if I have to chase after your whelp in Haven again, he's comin' back in irons."

"You're gonna lose some fingers if you even try," Jak retorted.

"Enough." Damas turned slightly, keeping himself between them. "Kleiver, did you complete your mission?"

The mechanic sneered. "Aye. The ol' gangster's provided a thoughtful banquet for the sharks."

"Good." Damas nodded sharply. "I'll have Elgar choose a Gila to take his place in the food chain. You may return to Spargus."

As Kleiver started to go, Damas cleared his throat.

"And Kleiver? I would hope that my Wastelanders know not to grab a viper by the tail and expect not to be bitten."

"Sire?"

Damas raised an eyebrow and muffled an amused smirk. "If you put your hands on the boy again, I'm not going to stop him from defending himself."

Kleiver nodded a grudging assent and leveled an irate look at Jak. He stalked back to the air train, passing a bewildered Sig with a small bundle in his arms.

Damas’s heart lodged in his throat. The name died on his lips in a voiceless whisper. Did he dare hope?

Sig met his gaze with tears glittering in his eye. He nodded once, then set the bundle down. Out of an oversized jacket -- Jak's, Damas realized after a moment -- a little brown face appeared, haloed by curls as green as cactus. He looked around him with wide eyes, and Damas's heart ached. Mar had never been to the monastery. He'd been far too young. How strange it all must seem to him! Then Mar noticed him, and his breath froze in his lungs.

The tiny boy squinted against the glare of the sun, and then let out an almighty shriek.

Bare feet smacked against rock as Mar pelted towards him. He slammed into Damas’s knees and flung his arms around his legs. With a choking sob, Damas collapsed. He pulled his son into his arms and rocked back and forth. It took all his strength not to weep uncontrollably. He kissed Mar's forehead and then pressed his fist to his mouth, vainly trying to stifle the tears.

Mar's little brow wrinkled and he began to look upset. "Daddy, you're cryin!"

He squirmed to make his signs visible.

"Why are you sad?"

Unable to think straight, Damas said the first thing that came to his mind.

"I missed your birthday, twice! And- and I missed all of your brother's birthdays!"

Mouth forming a perfect little "o", Mar looked to Jak for confirmation. When the older boy only shrugged, Mar gasped.

"That is sad! Jakky didn't get any presents?!"

Jak bit his tongue before he could say 'I got tied to a chair and pumped full of dark eco for my last two birthdays.' Mar would never know what the Dark Warrior Program was, not if Jak had anything to say about it.

"We hafta get Jak a present!" Mar decided, "Then you won't be sad anymore! How much money you got?"

Jak burst out laughing behind them.

He sat cross-legged on the ground with a thump, waiting for Daxter to bring the dog down from the transport. He was beginning to suspect that he knew how the animal would respond to his so-called parent. Chopper had certainly been excited to see Sig. If Damas also got the dog's seal of approval, then maybe Jak could relax a little. Think of these men like Torn or Vin, perhaps.

Jak picked up a pebble and rolled it across the tops of his fingers.

"So...you remember this guy?" he asked his baby brother.

"Yah!" Mar nodded firmly. "That's Daddy! See? I 'membered. I'm not a baby!"

Jak scoffed. "Yeah you are."

"Not!"

"A tiiiiny baby."

"No I'm not!"

A mischievous smirk tugged the corner of Jak's mouth.

"100% baby."

"No!!" Mar yelped. He crossed his arms and huffed, turning his face away from Jak haughtily.

"In a manner of speaking, he's correct," Damas croaked, wiping his eyes. "You've gotten very tall, Mar. But you'll always be my baby."

"See? Told ya." Mischief sparkled in Jak’s eyes.

Mar scowled. "I don't wanna be a baby! I'm gonna get as big as Jakky! Ba said I could!"

Just as quickly as it had come, Mar's ire subsided as he thought of a new question.

"Is my blankie clean?"

Damas blinked. "What?"

"My blankie!" Mar insisted, "Remember? You said? You said you'd wash it and then the bad guy came in the house?"

Damas was thunderstruck. Mar remembered that? He shoved aside the dismal thought of the toddler missing his favorite blanket for two long years and cuddled his son closer.

"Yes, Daddy washed your star blanket," he said after clearing his throat. "It's- It's right on your bed, waiting for you to come home."

Jak winced beside them. He couldn't imagine someone waiting for him to come home. Had his "uncle" even lived long enough to realize he and Daxter hadn't come back? Had anyone held onto his bug collection, just in case he ever wandered back into the village? He doubted it.

Idly, painfully, he wondered if that Osmo guy held onto Daxter's stuff, hoping he'd come back to them.

Loud barking heralded the arrival of both Daxter and the crocadog. It bounded down the ramp in pursuit of a fly, with the ottsel hanging onto its back for dear life. Daxter just managed to steer it by the collar away from the edge of the mesa and toward Jak.

"Grab him before he flings me to my death!" Daxter screeched.

Jak whistled once and opened his arms. "C'mere, boy!"

The puppy yapped and leaped for the boy, skidding into his arms with scrabbling legs when it failed to stop. With a yelp, Daxter catapulted off his back and onto Jak's shoulder where he crouched with bristling fur. Immediately, Chopper planted his front paws on Jak’s chest and yipped before licking his face. Jak laughed and leaned back.

"Blech! Chopper! No baths!"

He scooped the puppy up and held him like a baby.

"Crazy dog."

Damas’s eyes moistened again, seeing his older son smile down at the crocadog. There was still a young boy in there, under all the pain and anger. There was still an inner child peering out, and Damas was resolved to gain that child's trust.

The pup sniffed the air and wriggled until Jak pushed him into a sitting position. Cocking his head, he sniffed at the man holding Short Master and began to paw at him. Who was this Big Spiky Man? He smelled like Short Master and Tall Master! Did he, perhaps, have Treats? Treats for a Very Good Boy?

He did!

Damas cracked a smile as Chopper began whining and pawing at the small satchel at his waist. He must have smelled the dried meat and fruit Damas usually carried whenever he left the city.

Well, the pup was no bird, certainly, but he was cute.

"Alright, alright," Damas sighed and dug in the satchel to find a bit of dried caprid. "Only if you've been good, little one."

"He's always good!" Jak said indignantly. "That's the whole point of dogs!"

Daxter narrowed his eyes at Jak. "That mutt has never been to obedience school a day in his life."

"So? Neither have I," Jak scoffed. "He doesn't need it! Right, Chop?"

Chopper proceeded to all but unhinge his jaw in an effort to eat the entire ration bag.

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#fic prompts #writing prompts #jak and daxter #dadmas #king damas #jak and daxter au #free day thursday #dad sig #jak and mar are separate people au #jak and daxter mar #damas and sig are platonic life partners in this one #blackmail au #let Jak be the annoying big brother sometimes he's earned it #jnd kleiver #kleiver insists that the reason he's bald is because someone made him babysit in the past and no one knows if he's lying

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Mention of alcohol, compress being a slight flirt, self-insert ish. Dabi being a menace at the end

The L.O.V. being bored one day with nothing to do so Toga suggests trying out a game that she saw going around, Try Not To Laugh. All the other members have to try one at at time to make one select person laugh, or at least spit out their drink of choice.

Toga was one of the easiest to break, giggling at Twice’s antics and Compress’ theme of dragging one of the others into his bits and jokes.

Shigaraki would grumble about it being a stupid idea but joining anyways because what else is there to do? Might as well just stand there and watch them, somehow making Magne and Toga laugh.

Compress and Twice were quite a dynamic duo with coming up with a compelling idea to break someone, one of them always forgetting a part or a line making the other break character and breaking the person as well as laughter roars through the league’s hideout.

One person had yet to break amongst the inside jokes and pranks, besides Kurogiri, who had elected to stay by the bar and control the time limit given for the members to use. Dabi was always stubborn when it came to laughing at their jokes, giving a shrug and an ‘innocent’ look whenever Toga pouted at him being impossible to break.

“Y/n, why don’t you try to do it?” Toga questioned, looking at your form from the bar stool, drink in hand as she pointed towards the scarred villain who still held a mouthful of whiskey. “C'mon, at least try to break him! You haven’t joined all game.”

You shrugged slightly in response, looking at the energetic blond, “Just not that funny when it comes to this kind of stuff, Toga.”

“Please, you are always hilarious with your jokes, my dear.” Compress chimed in from his spot, mask set aside as he looked at you with a small grin, “You always put on quite the show.”

“Yeah doll, try an’ make me laugh. Haven’t heard any of your jokes yet. ” Dabi hummed, swallowing the alcohol as he leaned against his palms, half-lidded eyes looking at you with a small smirk. “All the others have, yet I always miss them somehow.”

Worth a shot, at least. No one else managed to break the villain from his cocky, yet amused, stature. You sighed, downing the rest of your drink before moving off the stool, “Alright. Fill your mouth and shut it, Dabi, doubt I’ll make you laugh.”

Dabi gave an amused snicker, leaning back as he let the whiskey fill his mouth once more before looking at you with an amused gleam in his eyes. He was curious to see what the newbie could come up with, if the regular members couldn’t even make him laugh when they were trying and teaming up against him.

You hummed quietly, looking at the man’s form as he teasingly moved his hands in front of his open legs, leaning forward on his chair as he gave a cocky hum. What could be said or done to make him spill that alcohol from his lips? Twice and Compress already tried magic and random sounds, Toga poked and prodded him saying how he had to be ticklish somehow and that’d be what gets him to laugh.. Even Shigaraki gave a half-assed attempt at the other villain.

Maybe there had to be something that he just found hilarious, but what in the hell would it be?

There was always the old option of playing dirty…

“-Hurry up, we don’t have all day y'know.” Shigaraki hissed from his spot in the corner, looking up from the screen of his game.

“Fight me, you barbecued necrophiliac.” The words left your mouth quicker than you could hope, your eyes wide at the realization as a snicker left Dabi’s mouth. So maybe there was a way-

“Hey, Dabi, if you spit that you’re gonna get in trouble. Or have to walk around without pants if you get yourself wet, and not in the fun way.” You spoke up, a small grin poking at the corners of your mouth as you watched the man bit back an obvious grin at the comments, the inside of his cheek bitten by his teeth. “Yet again, clothes are expensive and you, well- let’s say you don’t mean that much to me in those terms.”

Another snicker left him as the villain lifted a hand to shield his mouth, amber drops slipping between the cracks of his fingers as he spit the whiskey out before shaking his hand off. “Alright doll, you got me. Now it’s my turn against you.”

The evil gleam in his eyes spoke volumes as he lifted his eyes to look at you.

#dabi x reader #dabi bnha #mr compress #shigaraki mha #mha x male reader #twice mha #toga mha #villains play try not to laugh #it doesn't end well

[collectivecloseness]

What’s More Important

Kurt Kunkle x reader

(Summary: Kurt’s fans can be toxic bullies half the time, and when it becomes too much for you and you pull away from his content, Kurt doesn’t understand. He especially doesn’t understand why the two of you have to argue. Notes: reuploaded from my ao3. Arguing, hurt/comfort, angst. F!reader. 10.4k.)

“Kurt please, I don’t wanna talk about this again.” You begged your boyfriend, you’d practically been pleading the entire ride home from work. And here you were, on the staircase to your apartment, still squandering with Kurt as you tried desperately for him to put the camera down.

“Y/n this is good content!” Kurt tried to get you to realise, his camera was mostly on his face, had been since he’d parked his car outside your building, but he was still capturing everything audio wise like a soldier. It wasn’t always to his benefit though.

“What? Us fighting?”

“We’re not fighting.” Kurt told you, a tired look coming across his face along with a concerned furrow of his brows.

You tried to pacify him. You knew he hated fighting, especially from what he’d told you about his parents, and the last time you’d raised his voice near him, even though it was to the asshole over his shoulder who was making a very rude gesture at him, he’d frozen in place and had to have your arm around his shoulders the whole mute way home to avoid any tears slipping.

You sighed, more tired than he was, he was always so energetic for his ‘fans’. Ever since the video of your first kiss took off. It was also the start of your problems. The start of people nitpicking at your every move. “I know we’re not sweetheart, but can you please, for the umpteenth time, turn that stupid camera off?”

You knew he wouldn’t. And the defiant protective grip of his phone just made a bubble of anger fuel in your chest. He gave a long worried look to his machine, to his fans, ‘what would his fans think?’ you mocked his thoughts. Sometimes you could get really sick of his antics, he was just so... stubborn!

“Fine.” You jolted your keys in your door, Kurt tapping twice on his screen to flip his camera to your front door, you were surprised he hadn’t accidentally doxxed you yet. “No cameras in my home though.” With that you closed the door on his surprised face, just leaning against your wall for support as you rubbed your fists achingly into your eyes. In the dark myriad of shapes and colours all you saw were those comments though. Instagram, youtube, tiktok, twitch you name it. On every platform people had called out how annoying, or ugly, or stupid, or unfunny, or just downright pathetic you were. And whether they were comments left on moments long past, or live bleating words to the public as you walked into a restaurant with your boyfriend and his device, not ever did Kurt really tell his fans to shut the fuck up.

Sure he’d bitten back a little. At your first really crude comment, he’d raised his hand a little to the camera, before bouncing it back on his steering wheel. “H-hey guys th-not cool. This-we’re a place of love here.”

The most you’d ever gotten was a “please tone it down respectfully in the chat.” Or a grumble of how he’d have to get mods some time soon as he turned left. And sure you didn’t expect him to just turn on his entire fan base, but not once had he yelled at them that they were crossing a line, or that they were wrong.

Worst of all it seemed he’d begun calling them out less and less. Not that you wanted the attention of course, and you knew Kurt had a knack of getting it, when he wanted to (which was usually most of the time) and sometimes even when he didn’t, you’d had to practically ban Kurt from his YouTube account one day when he kept responding to someone who you had to convince him was a troll just trying to rile him up. But Kurt had seemed to have gotten used to the ‘ocassional’ badmouthing of you. Not you though. He was constantly in the internet’s eye, and you’d been in his content less and less, not even posting yourself really any more, so maybe he didn’t see it as much, but you thought the amount of hate you got was drowning, and ever constant. Not that he seemed to notice. You banged the back of your head against your wall. Or care.

“Y/n? Please let me in? My-the stream’s over okay?”

You sucked the air harshly through your teeth, twisting to grip your hand against the doorknob. “I swear to God if there’s a camera in my face when I open this door.” But luckily there wasn’t. Just Kurt, stuffing his phone back into a green jacket pocket, and shrugging into his shoulders defensively. “Can I come in now?” His sad gamer boy eyes met yours and you knew he didn’t want you to kick him out. Kick him away.

You nodded satisfied. Moving back to allow your boyfriend into your apartment, both of you quickly heading to your room where you usually hung out. Neither of you sat though.

“Chat missed you today.” Kurt mumbled, pivoting unsurely on his feet.

“Oh really?” You remarked, trying to hide a scoff and sound as if you were actually interested. You highly doubted that. Kurt didn’t seem to pick anything up anyhow.

“Yeah. They kept asking ‘where’s your girlfriend?’ and ‘we wanna see y/n’ before I picked you up.” Kurt nodded, finally looking at you again since he’d been allowed inside. “How was work baby?” He stepped forward with the tired look you gave in response, loosely hanging his arms around your shoulders before pressing a sweet kiss to the top of your head.

You nudged your temple to his chest, sighing as you held onto his hip and held him back. “It just sucked Kurt.” You nuzzled into him a bit more and felt him kissing you again “I’ve had a bit of a shitty day.” You didn’t feel like adding on top of that that his livestream was part of the reason it was so shitty, not when he was here to make it better now.

Kurt removed his head at that, peering down at you with that lulled smile. “I have a-know what will cheer you up!” You couldn’t help but smile back, still in his embrace. You’d been hoping the two of you could do something again!! You’d both been busy, with Kurts spree, and your work, and Kurts filming, and you trying to avoid his filming.

You moved out of his arms but only to hold his hand, and he looked down at it, the apples of his cheeks blossoming. “I’ve got a new prank set up! And, well, I know you know it’s a prank n-now, but you don’t know what it is so-“

“Oh my god, Kurt.” For once you thought he had something in mind to do with you that wasn’t just a scene to be recorded. You shook his hand in yours, in an annoyed desperation, before seeing his irritated face. So you dropped him. “Can we not have one moment that’s ruled by your stupid social media?”

A terse silence followed that sentence. Both of you were standing further apart now, but neither of you moved, just looking each other in the eye as if you were waiting for tension to fill the room before speaking.

“It’s not stupid.” Kurt prodded first.

You bit back a grunt, some weird sound being made instead. “Yeah well can we just have a moment alone? Please?” Your eyes widened vulnerably towards his, taking one step closer. “Or we can like go to the movies or something! Or hang out with some of my friends?” You would genuinely be so happy to just relax and do any of that. Even have Kurt offer something!

“Your friends?” Kurt scoffed with an amused smile. “Your friends don’t even like me!” His snapping matched the ticked off expression he wore instead now.

“They do too!” You fought back.

“They never post me on their socials!” Kurt offered, seeing that as irrefutable proof. He knew people sometimes didn’t like him. He didn’t always know why, especially when he really tried. He didn’t think your friends were being very sneaky about it however. He knew what he knew. Most people were rude to him. Not you though.

“Kurt it’s because you constantly badger them about it!” You whined honestly. You wouldn’t go so far as to say it was embarrassing, you loved Kurt for who he was, but you at least wish he got the vibes, or toned it down a little sometimes. “Maybe they’d want to if you just cooled it!”

Kurt just looked at you. His expression was overtly unreadable. Although you could trick yourself into thinking his nostrils were flaring just a little more than before. Sometimes it freaked you out that when someone argued with Kurt, he’d just stand there with such a neutral look, when you knew he must be feeling a whole lot of something in there. Somehow, and you never thought it’d be true, but someone like Kurt hiding their anger made him seem more scary than if he was yelling, not that you’d ever seen him properly do that either. You probably would’ve got a better look at him, considering how deadly silent Kurt was being as he urged you to continue, if you hadn’t wiped your hands down your face in stress. “Or maybe they’d want to if they didn’t know your fan base was so toxic.”

“That’s because you’re telling them that!” Kurt moped, in a louder voice than usual.

“Are you saying I’m lying!?” You asked. Did he really not think that? By this point?! That you were just exaggerating all this for attention?

“No but!- Ughhhh- I justmmmmm... Why are we fighting!?” Kurt finally ended his sentence. Taking a long, shaky breath, before his eyes grew softer on yours. “I don’t wanna fight with you y/n.”

“I don’t either!” Your voice hadn’t quite gone down back to a normal volume, you took a second to breathe and make it so. Your eyes were stinging but there were no tears. Yet. “I don’t, I love you Kurt.”

Kurt’s heart flipped. He always needed you to say that. Especially after your first fight. The word ‘fight’ made it feel like someone was punching his head even thinking it, when to do with you. He sniffed, saying “I love you too” quietly back.

You were unsure about hugging him first. Scared of him pulling away, of the fact that he seemed to confirm over and over again for you, that he cared about his audience more than he ever could about you. Although part of you, that part of you that was melting under his gaze right now, still didn’t want to believe that. “I don’t wanna fight either.” You lamented truthfully. “But please, can we be normal?”

“I am normal!”

You cringed immediately. You knew that was a sensitive point for him, and even though that wasn’t your intention, to call him abnormal, you’d kind of forgotten in the heat of the moment about that word, during this maybe over, but still extant, fight. You apologised quickly but calmly. “Of course that isn’t what I meant.”

Kurt nodded. He knew it.

But now neither of you knew what to say. Both still heated, both hurt but not letting the other know all too well. And letting Kurts mind wander when emotional like this was not good for anyone. “Bet you let your friends post you on their socials...”

“Oh my god Kurt. This again? I thought it was bad enough I had to put up with you spree streaming me?” You fully scoffed at this point, in disbelief this argument was still going on.

“Pu- put up with?” Kurt asked accusingly. Then he shook his head, as he changed his mind. “Y/n I just wanna post some pics with my girlfriend! Isn’t that the most normal thing in the world?” You hadn’t even let him upload a picture of the two of you in a month. On any platform! You didn’t even let him take pics of you anymore at all. Yesterday throwing a pillow at him until he deleted the one of you eating Chinese on his lap, because you thought he’d post it.

He missed having pictures of you on his phone...

“Not when the comments are all telling you how horrible your girlfriend is!” You were getting angry about it again, you could feel how hot your skin was getting but this time your anger was around Kurt. You’d told him about it before, and he always said something along the lines of “nah, you’re perfect babe. From head to toe.” But he’d never actually done enough to be productive about it. Not when he was too busy trying to be productive on his channels.

“It’s like you don’t even exist y/n!” Kurt aired his hands up and down your body, slapping a hand to his head with a deep breath. “Because you’re never online anymore! You’re not even documented by me!”

“That’s bullshit.” You rolled your head and Kurt grunted under his muffled lip sucking. “Stop making me sound like a future serial killer victim! I don’t need to be ‘documented’ for everyone to see Kurt.” That just made Kurt huff loudly, groaning to himself. It felt as if the stress was pounding at his head from the inside, harming him to come out. “It’s like we’re not even together!”

Now that fucking hurt. That twisted the knife inside your chest, and made it feel like it was falling to the pit of your stomach.

You couldn’t even think of a response. But your body, in trying to protect your brain, overtook that problem for you, as you gave your boyfriend a very flippant, but appalled, “fuck off!”

“No you! Do so!!” Kurt turned away from you, grumbling to himself as you just let your heart pound away. He spun around quick enough though.

“You don’t understand me!”

“I try to Kurt! I’ve always tried!”

“NO! Nobody does!” Kurt took a shaky sigh as he tried to control his volume. You noticed first that his fists were shaking, but soon realised it was his entire body, sleeves and torso hidden by his green jacket.

“I’m getting bullied online now y/n.” His eyes met yours again and you did feel bad for him, even though all half his fans seemed to do was bully him no matter what he did. “Everyone’s calling me an incel vi-loser a-again. They’re saying that I made you up-o-or that you-“ he took a deep breath “y-we broke up.”

You didn’t like that he was being hurt by trolls, even if his harassment from them and his familiarity with it was different than yours, but you were still angry though. With a heavy sigh, you rubbed your arm to your elbow. “Just ignore them.” You spoke lowly.

“What, like you do?”

You looked to Kurt at that. You couldn’t tell if he was being spiteful or mocking you, or genuinely trying to tell you something. But it didn’t matter. Kurt didn’t get it, he couldn’t. He was actually good enough. And he didn’t give a shit about you. You knew that well enough now. And with all your wasted time and love on him, with the love you still fully had for him and it hurt to keep, you finally saw red. Kurt didn’t care about you, he wasn’t trying to prove it with the trolls when they didn’t like you, and maybe he never had cared about you. Maybe you were as dumb as they all said, and maybe that’s why he never defended you.

“Well if that’s all you want, a girlfriend who you can post on your socials, and do couple challenges with, then maybe we shouldn’t be together!”

Kurts heart sunk to his stomach.

“You clearly don’t love me you just want a girlfriend to post! A trophy.”

“That’s not TRUE!!!” Kurt yelled, crying now. His throat sounded raw as he screamed, and you were sure the sobbing he was now heartily doing was just making it feel worse. Kurt couldn’t help but just stand there, eyes red and puffy and leaking, snot dripping out of his pink nose, fringe itching at his eyes, as he scratched at it with his sleeve and choked on sobs and spit, whining loudly. He was like a lost child, unsure what to do next, but so full of emotions right now. You knew he didn’t know how to handle them best most days, and he was sensitive. His emotional immaturity wasn’t helping with this though, to you it ensured that he really wouldn’t be able to get what you were going through right now. Sometimes he listened but he had this glassy look in his eyes like he didn’t understand. You couldn’t really see his eyes now because he had them screwed shut as he was murmuring sobs to the ceiling.

“I don’t want someone to post I waNT YOU!!!!!”

Kurt yelled the last word with anger. You froze.

But even so, it had made you freeze for a different reason.

You weren’t scared of Kurt. His whole body shuddered with breaths as he stood with hunched shoulders, towering over you looking taller than he ever had done before. Remembering how strong he actually was under his normal goofy look, when his hands would grasp your biceps when you asked him to take control in the bedroom. But the way he screamed that just made you realise the truth. His truth. Your truth.

Oh God. You were so wrong.

Kurt was still crying his fucking eyes out. He was bawling to your roof, blue shirt covered in wet tear patches, sleeve slick with spit, as his throat coughed out cries, hands twitching at his sides where his arms limply hung, as if he had no idea whether to reach out to you, hug himself, or hit his head, as you’d sadly seen him do a couple of times. He was sad, and confused, angry, grief-stricken, and so so scared.

Those assholes had gotten to you way more than they bargained. It’d gotten to you, and gotten to your relationship. Gotten to Kurt.

And that’s something you never wanted to happen. At first you were trying to protect him, but maybe you should have let him protect you.

Maybe you should’ve believed just how much he loved you. Because you loved him, that much. And you knew looking at him the way he was in front of you, there was not an ounce of this spree driver who didn’t fucking worship you.

“Oh... Kurt.” Your voice sounded so small. You didn’t mean to sound so small. After what felt like hours without touch between you two, you reached out your hand, to hold him.

Kurt flinched back. And your heart fucking shattered.

He cried again, eyeing your hand with such a mix of emotions as he stayed in that leant position. Just whimpering more before his body forced a choke out of him as he stared at it.

You knew he wasn’t scared of you. And you knew he wasn’t mad. You knew it. He was just so nervous. You’d make sure he knew to never worry about the two of you holding each other again.

You moved between that space quickly and threw your arms around him, crying so loud it matched his, as he hugged you back before your chests had even pressed together. You gripped his back like you were going to fall through the floor at any second without him. And he clutched your waist as if you’d run away from him any time now. You just held onto your Kurt, and let him know you were his back, as you let him completely engross you.

Kurt, now he’d finally gotten you back into his arms, just held you tight. So much it hurt.

“Please don’t leave me. Pl-oh... please please please don’t aba-leave me. Ca-y-you can’t. You have to stay with me. Please. Please don’t go away y/n...”

“K-Kurt...” you tried gently to push at his chest. He was firm. “You’re kinda hurting me.”

It was genuinely as if he didn’t hear you. Kurt only buried his trembling head into your shoulder, tears, snot, spit and all. “Don’t-you c-can’t-I can’t do-no-y-you stay-you-“ he blabbered, every muscle in his body squeezing you tighter “Please.”

That last one was a broken whisper, his voice didn’t even speak the latter half of the syllable, and you couldn’t bear the thought of Kurt feeling as broken as his plea sounded. You hugged him back as tight as you could, squeezing his middle until your tummy’s applied so much pressure it made you feel sick, or maybe it was the thought of losing Kurt. You could feel his teeth against your neck as he opened his mouth to choke and splutter, crying instead of speaking as he meant to. A few wracked sobs needing to escape his chest before he could even talk. “I need you.”

You opened up, honestly. “I need you too Kurt.”

”ohh...” A tiny muffled whimper escaped him at that, nuzzling into your neck as if he could tuck himself away inside you, as if he couldn’t get close enough. You couldn’t tell if he was trying to comfort himself, or you. “I love you so so much.” You promised him yet again.

Kurt reared his head back, finally not squeezing painfully, but definitely nowhere near letting you go. Eyes squinting as if it was painful to open them, but desperate to see your figure, as he flitted his brown and reddening orbs up and down your features. Hands rubbing up and down your back. “I- mmmh... I love y-y-you too, y/n.”

“Kurt I love you-“

Kurt interrupted you, still dazed “Mmmmfhso much...” His eyes were glued stickily shut by tears, fatigued looking, head retaking its domain over your neck. He was almost purring into it, as Kurt stayed safe in his little dreamland, nuzzling into the crook of your neck and your shoulders, where it was safe, and warm, and dark, and he could still smell you.

But with all this snuggling and search through your skin, you had to push back his head, because his slightly greasy hair was tickling you too much. You simply held your palm to his temple as you removed him just a couple of inches, gently flicking his fringe away with your soothing fingers, knowing he always liked when you touched his hair. “And I promise I’m not going to leave.”

Fog began to lift from Kurts eyes, as he finally was able to take in your face, you, with him, and he saw you were crying too. With a lick of his lips, ridding them of the salty taste he was quickly gaining, more tears fell down his cheeks silently and quickly at those words.

He needed to hear them every second of every day. He wanted to replay them over and over. He kissed you right there and then, begging you “please” as he slotted his warm lips against yours with a wet noise, breathing messily into your mouth “say it again.” He needed to devour your words.

“I-mmfh!” He barely let you speak, too busy trying to suck on your upper lip, but he stopped his tongue from entering as he turned down the strength of his kiss, only softly brushing against your warmth instead of attacking it with need, even though his movements had been pretty slow, lips still touching yours but spacing back a little, to hear you talk. “I promise I’m never going to leave you Kurt my love.”

Kurt kissed you more. His lips hard and bruising again against yours, but teeth nibbling so delicately at your plump flesh, tongue bracing your mouth as he tasted every inch of you, fingers digging almost painfully into your skull as he pressed your face closer and closer to him, until his cheek was like sandpaper against your nose.

“Kur’?”

Kurt just whined into you, even though you didn’t have enough room to finish his name. He nipped only lovingly at your tongue, saliva generously swapping from him to you as he sloppily kissed with louder and louder sounds. He needed every sense filled with your kisses. Your love. Wanting all of your senses filled with him too.

“Kurt-“ you finally were able to pull him off you with a touch to his soft tummy, hand slipping just under his shirt, and you pulled back with a thick trail of spit between your lips. One Kurt sweetly pecked off. His lower face red raw, and covered in spit. It seemed he’d forgotten you’d pulled away for a reason though, because once his eyes were on your lips again, he was leaning back in with a need like a dying man for water.

You gently scratched at the skin of his belly, putting the hand that was on his lower back to his chest and Kurts eyes met yours as if the wires in his head were connecting yet again. It was like you could see his brain reworking through his eyes. Luckily he nodded and you sighed, with the newfound ability to breathe again the way Kurt was drinking you. You didn’t think you had long though before he was pressed against your face once more. You always knew Kurt was needy, and right now his hands were itching against your lower back, he spoke of how badly they tingled when he got like that. “Kurt let’s just talk for a second first? Please?”

“About what?” Kurts eyes widened as he took a step back, but instinctively drew your body closer at the same time. You could hear the fear in his voice and quickly finished your sentence, soothingly rubbing patterns up his skin and shirt. “I just wanna make sure you know I’m not mad. I wanna talk about why I was upset... so we can work things out, before the kissing and stuff. Can we just talk for a second first? It would really make me feel good Kurtie.”

Knowing you weren’t mad at him, and you weren’t going to leave, Kurt hummed, which you knew from your time with him was his tired but ‘yes’ sound. The praise helped him a little too. He gently led you to your bed, surprising you that he was the first to move, as he stroked your hand lovingly in his while he took you. Letting you sit down first before he sat on your lap. Clearly needing to remain close.

You couldn’t help but bite a smile at this. Kurt was so goddamned adorable and he hardly ever knew it. You swore once to tell him every time he was so, and you couldn’t believe you’d nearly broken that promise by going. Knowing it wasn’t exactly the time, you simply sweetly pressed a kiss to his mess of hair, enjoying the pleased but surprised gasp/groan that you got from him, as he settled in happily playing with your fingers. You let him keep your hands, as he rested his cheek to your heartbeat, now wanting to just know, like earlier, why you were so upset.

You held onto him dearly. Kurt had quickly swept up your entire life and become your everything. You didn’t know if it was entirely healthy, but you had Kurt, and he had you, and it was more than you’d ever had before. Someone who actually wanted you- Kurt brought your hands to his face and inhaled deeply- maybe even needed you, despite what certain commenters may have said, or made you feel. And you needed him just as much. Remembering those harsh words though caused you to shuffle your legs in unease, a cue for once, not unnoticed by Kurt, as he wiggled his butt slightly, back.

Your thumb tapped Kurts knuckle in thought, as you sighed. Trying to think of a way you could speak without hurting yourself more, and that would help Kurt understand, especially in such a fragile state the both of you were in. “It’s hard to start talking, just gimme a moment.” Is what you ended up with. And you nosed his temple at his patience, letting him know with a smile “you always help make me feel better. A minute with you and I’ll be ready sweetheart. I’m sorry it’s taken this long.” ‘And that we had to go such an awful way about it’ you thought. The memory of your fight only just passed making your chest tighten. You hated the things you said now knowing how confused he must’ve been when you said them to him. You held onto Kurt more closely, understanding his reaction earlier.

“How do I make the sadness go away y/n?”

Your urge to settle and coo over him immediately swamped you, but you tried to bite back any pouting or worried looks, heart aching over his innocently asked question. You swept your hands over Kurts hair mollifyingly, moving it out of his face as you tried to make him look at you while stroking him. “Why? Do you still feel sad baby?” Your other thumb rubbed his shoulder gently, head angled to look down at your boyfriend with careful gentle eyes.

Kurt shook his head, nestling hismelf into your shoulder more, but it was easier to look up into your eyes this way. “No. Your sadness.”

Your heart froze at this, in fact you felt your whole body constrict in the most minute way, lips tight as a noise, as if once a possible word, caught in your throat. Before your chest quickly reverted back to it’s normal exhausted pace of tonight. Hugging his shoulders closer as your urge to protect the love of your life only grew stronger. The reality of how much you loved Kurt, and realising once again, but more than ever before, how much Kurt loved you, in his very Kurt way, washed over you, and you gently rocked Kurt in your arms as your body tried to calm itself, pressing many tender kisses to his hair as you tried to hide the flooding of your eyes.

Kurt just sat there open eyed, as he paid extra attention to your comforting kisses, and kept playing with your warm fingers.

How could he make that sadness leave you alone?

“Kurt- I...”

Kurt wiggled more so he was looking directly at you now. He wanted to understand.

“It’s just... I don’t think I can take it anymore Kurt...” You looked up at him finally revealing that core truth. And you burst into tears as soon as the words left you mouth. Your hand came shakily up to your lips as you sobbed, as if your body hated what you were saying. Kurt only held you warmly, tucking your hair behind your shoulder so he could see your lips more, so he could see you talking. His fingertips graced your wrist, as if to pull it away from your face, but you guessed he decided against it, instead rubbing the back of his hand gently against your own, encouraging you to drop it whenever you were ready.

You took in a deep breath as you fell into his touch, wiping away the tears down yoru face once before placing your hands onto your knees again. And since Kurt was in your lap, it was easy for him to reach around and grab them, not playing with them this time, but simply cupping them in his own.

“E-Everyone’s so mean to me. And I know that sounds stupid but it’s true, it really does hurt after a while.” You felt embarrassed, but Kurt was just looking at you openly, with those big dumb loveable eyes. You couldn’t help but kiss them, his eyelids at least, and the way he squirmed and giggled at the light touch even made you smile during your confession. At least before a larger sniff overtook your features. “But, like, every single post, no matter what, for literally months now, there’s been so many comments, so many people, just hating me. Saying every single thing that’s- that’s wrong with me.”

“There’s nothing wrong with you y/n.” Kurt quickly interrupted.

It almost surprised you how surely he spoke. And that unwavering look in his eyes was confident, which you hardly ever saw your boyfriend. Your rapid blinking matched your heartbeat. “Y-yeah. Thank you. Thank you Kurt.” You rested one hand on his forearm, closing your eyes in tranquility as he pressed his warm cheek to the side of your head. “Well anyway, it was just really, really, getting to me I suppose. Especially when...”

You cringed, hating that you started that sentence, looking to to Kurt almost as if to see if he’d heard it. But Kurt simply nudged himself against you once, urging you to continue.

You took a shaky breath, part of you still angry, still confused and upset at his actions, part of you hating what you were gonna do to him next. “When you wouldn’t even defend me Kurt.”

You felt Kurt suddenly stiffen in his hold. He didn’t let go, but it wasn’t excatly comfortable either. You wriggled a little, more so because your skin felt bad rather than his grasp. “I’m sorry I shouldn’t-“

“Y/n, tell me. Please.”

You couldn’t meet his eyes. Looking down into your mixed laps meekly. But his voice sounded earnest, if not strained. You whined, it hurt your chest, it made you feel like you were going to be sick, even if Kurt had, lightly, taken back up his petting of you. “You just wouldn’t say anything! Ever! No matter what people said you didn’t- you didn’t ban them! You didn’t ask nicely for them to quit it, you didn’t yell at them.” You spluttered a messy laugh “Jesus! I thought you might’ve even made a viral video with a stupid clickbaity title to get everyone to stop harassing your girlfriend! At least that’d get on the tea podcasts!” You couldn’t tell if you were panting or hyperventilating, but you didn’t care. ”You didn’t care Kurt. Or at least, that’s how it felt. You would causally say a thing or two if I brought it up, maybe. But you never told them... you never told me, that they were wrong.”

The silence was killing you. You were sure realistically it’d only been a couple of seconds, but it felt like forever since you’d spoken, and nothing. Swallowing that sick taste in your throat you looked up, to see a panicked expression on Kurt’s face so vivid if almost made you feel panicky.

“I’m sorry!” He squeaked.

You bit back your sadness as Kurt held onto you in a vice like grip, apologising under his ragged breath, which definitely wasn’t helped by the way his chest squeezed against yours. “I-I’m-I’m-‘m mmmmm! ‘M so sorry y/n. So so so sorry baby. Sorry sorrysorry!!!” You wanted to tell him it was fine, but a sob wracked through your chest even without accompanying tears, reaching up to stroke the backs of your fingers against his cheek as Kurt was furiously and terrifiedly smashing kisses to your head where he could reach. Pecking generously all over your fingers once they reached his skin, taking the tip of your longest and wrapping his lips around it in a sweet kiss, whining uncomfortably when he let go.

“I jus-just! Because you- I don’t know!!” You tried to shift your legs to hold him with them but Kurt was clinging onto you in such a teddy bear hug you decided to rub your head agaisnt his soft shirt instead, hoping the movement would let his brain catch up that you were leaning into him, you were embracing him. Not running.

You weren’t sure if it worked, but Kurt continued.

“I just. I thou-assumed that you’d know they were lying. For attention.”

You perked your ears at that, Kurt shifting so uncomfortably, even on your lap.

“Because you’re smart. So much smarter than me. I thought you’d just know they were making it all up. That you saw yourself the way I did.”

Your heart thumped. How did Kurt see you?

He nosed behind your ear, whining softly as he tucked himself away there. “And you’re so much braver than me too. I thought th-you wouldn’t even c-care what thos-they said.” He nuzzled behind the top of your ear, pulling back a little as you heard a small stuttered bretah. “I mean, you’re still b-brave. All those things. Ju-! Just not what they said! You’re all the good things.”

He kissed your jugular, such a vulnerable part of your body, and it all lit up at the touch of his lips. “You’re all the good things in the world. In my world.”

Kurt wasn’t always good with words. But that was the most beautiful thing you’d ever heard from someone about yourself.

Your hand swept to his heart, fingertips gently grazing over his chest as Kurt watched you, calming now as he just assessed you, taking in the way you touched him. Just happy to look, and feel. Even when you took your hand away, he was content, because you kissed that area of flesh over his heart, while looking right at him, and Kurt swore he could’ve become yours forever right then and there, if he hadn’t already been.

“Thank you Kurt. That really means a lot to hear from you.” You smiled. “It means a lot you’re trying to talk to me about all this.” Him using his words was just really helping you in this moment. And even if Kurt’s forte wasn’t words of affirmation, he’d try and be good at anything for you.

“Rea-I mean, I’m glad to hear it b-sweetheart. You-You really are my everything, ya know?” He kissed your hair sweetly again, subtly drinking in your scent as he pressed his lips against your hair, always loving the feel of it around his lower face. Or anywhere. Unsuccessfully hiding his smile, not that he’d really want to, as you stroked over his chest again, smiling that smile he always usually tried to bring out. “And you can talk about anything you want with me. Honest babe.”

Kurts strength almost surprised you as once he’d clambered away, he literally lifted your entire cross legged figure from the bottom, gently readjusting you in his lap, just so he could fiddle around and touch you more. And it really did touch you.

“Thank you sweetheart. Those assholes just really got to me huh?”

Kurt nodded, following your every word. You stroked his cheek like he was a soft little baby, before the anger of what those basement dwellers just caused rose up in your chest again, and you had to move your eyes to the wall to let out a cathartic grunt. “Especially when like, it was live and I just had to sit there and take it, or be called worse things if I fought back an-“ You cut yourself off there, moving back to look at Kurt now.

He shifted his head, nodding once. “Go on. It’s okay. I’m right here baby.” His almost stern posture turned caring in his last sentence, rubbing your hand on top of his arm.

You shrunk into Kurts jacket. “I was worried you’d lose some of your fans if I let out some... particularly, harsh comebacks.”

Kurts laugh caught you off guard. You didn’t really think it seemed appropriate, until Kurts versions of events started to make sense as he asked “Yeah? Can I hear some of em?” You chuckled back then. “Especially if they’re Bobby related!” You squealed as his hands came to tickle at your waist, trying to fight him off breathlessly as he held you on his lap with just his legs, only able to fight off his wiggling fingers when he’d gotten a few good laughs out of you.

“Yeah yeah-“ you slapped down his left hand again as you saw it aiming for your hip, relishing in his cooing giggles as he laid you agaisnt his chest once more, not showing his teeth anymore but smiling still as you continued.

“And like, God, it just sucked when dono’s would say things about me out loud in public. I mean, the stares I got.” You looked up at him, to see if he remembered what you were talking about.

He bit the inside of his cheek in thought, it reminded you of a squirrel. “Yeah, I mean I’d stay up like, literally pulling my hair out, on nights you weren’t there because I didn’t know if I should turn off donos in public or if people would stop donating if I did.”

This surprised you a little. You knew Kurt could get very easily overstimulated by stress, especially if it was about his influencer career, but it hurt you to know he was hurting just as much when he was alone. You gave his hair a couple of soft strokes, but Kurt seemed too busy thinking. “Although, I’m glad we still haven’t gotten someo-some idiot, donating to call out a fake bomb threat, like that guy we saw last month.”

“Oh yeahhhh.” You hit his arm in remeberence. Jesus the amount of brain cells some of Kurts fans, at least on his twitch, seemed to have, you were surprised they hadn’t done anything at stupid as that yet. Although it made your heart swell with pride to hear Kurt indirectly call at least his fans that deserved it ‘idiots’, even if it was behind closed doors.

You sighed, collapsing against him, not expecting Kurt to just accept your weight, and willingly lay down, so you were basically laying vertically on his lap. Not that either of you minded. You wiggled around a little, stretching your legs on his and settling you head on his chest, happiness sinking into you own as you let him play with your hair. Positions like this, with you, were always Kurts happy place.

“I dunno.” You sighed, stretching, and Kurt thought you looked like Luna or Dozier when they were pups doing that, in either case, it was cute. “I guess all the negativity just really got to me. I mean I know you’re the professional”- you didn’t miss the way Kurts chest puffed up beneath you at that word- “you’ve been doing it for ten years. But I’m just not used to it I guess. Even though I missed spending time with you, at least if I stayed away from all social media, yours and my own, I didn’t have to see any more insecurities I hadn’t figured out on my own yet.”

“Y-you have nothing to w-to be i-insecure about y/n.” Kurt bent rather awkwardly to kiss your head, but the peck was sweet, stroking through your hair till you clsoed your eyes, cheek smushed against his shirt.

“You’re amazing. Ju-s-beautiful. Way smarter than me.”

“Stop itttt.” You warned with a quick swat to his chest, not liking when he talked down on hismelf like that. Even if that was what you were kind of doing right now. Kurt took your hand and kissed it.

“Drop dead gorgeous, my lil Kurtie.” He nuzzled into your hand, teasing you with the nickname.

You giggled “Yeah, yeah, thank you beautiful boy.”

Kurt giggled back in response, always eating up your praise. Similar to how he was mouthing at your ear like a baby with a toothing toy. You flicked him off of you before he could drool more, enjoying his laughter even if he had tried to swallow you whole. It did cause you a snort of a laugh. But you still had hurt simmering in you just a little.

It mostly came out when you weren’t looking at Kurt again. Just like it did once you’d wiped your ear clean, and were left with your bedroom walls, and a bubbling sigh. “I wish some of those dicks would just drop dead.”

“So do I y/n.”

You nodded, leaning back into his warmth again with a sigh. Kurt, no matter how he was, or other people thought he was, always made you feel safe.

“You’re just... you’re not-you’re so much more than my-those assholes say.” Kurt kissed your hand again, because he could feel you smelling his shirt and it made his entire body feel all fuzzy, like it sometimes did with you. “A-A-And you know, I know I’m not, like, the best, with words.” You kissed his chest and Kurts hand felt like it was vibrating in yours, not physically, just from the fuzzy feeling swelling. “But I don’t think what any of them have said is true.”

You rested your chin gently on his collarbone, even adoring the way he peered down at you from this angle. “You really don’t?” It was what you’d needed to hear, just once. You should’ve just asked him sooner.

“No. ‘f course not. And, I love you y/n. You know that babe. But I’ll say it again. I love you.” He sat up on his elbows then, jaw dropping into a puppet like smile as he dramatically rolled his head. “I love you!”

You attempted to sit up yourself, bracing his hips as you chortled. “You’re so goofy.” Hands leaving him when you gained more balance on your midsection.

“You’re never ever getting away from me!” Kurt lunged at you with a fake roar, smile still wide as you squealed, being wrapped into his hug and pulled impossibly closer on his lap as he kissed you all over, even if it was mostly on your clothes as you were wearing a jacket, he just kissed you harder there. Paying special attention to your face and exposed skin as you shrieked, screaming more as Kurt roared to press a large open mouthed kiss that was more of a fake bite to your neck, his knees coming to hold your arms in place so his hands could tickle you once more.

You tried to turn your head and break free of his hold as you laughed like you couldn’t breathe, only causing an “Oh nooo you don’t gorgeous!” as he suckered you in with kisses, his hands reaching your back now as he stroked up and down your shoulder blades. Once his lips had finally met yours, slowing down and just pulling you in like that, his only focus on kissing you. And you were both all smiles as you did so.

There was just a moment or so where Kurt held you. Your back was to his chest so neither of you could see the others faces, but feeling Kurts warm chest puff beneath yours with every breath, even if occasionally one was shaky, was enough to calm you just a little. Both of you had remained silent, and the tranquility had let you both relive the biggest fight the two of you had ever had just minutes ago. One where you almost yelled at Kurt to leave your life forever, to quit your relationship. With a small gasp your thoughts abandoned you as you felt Kurts lips against your neck, not kissing or sucking, or smiling, just moving slowly as he drawled out his first few words.

“You yelled at me.”

They shattered your stupid heart.

You turned to him, trying not to let the panic show in your features, but regret was still clearly smacked in there. “I know. I know baby, I’m so sorry.”

You held Kurt’s flushed face in your hands, just slightly pressing agaisnt his cheeks. And that’s when his burning eyes started to trickle with tears again. “An-“ he gulped “And I yelled at you too?” He looked right into your eyes and he just broke.

Emotions were running very high today.

“Ohhhh it’s okay sweetheart. It’s alright.” You promised, holding his cheeks so lovingly as you wiped away any tears that dared to leak. “All in the past now huh?” You hummed. Kurt nodded in your safe hold. “And we’ll try not to yell again, right?”

“Right.” Kurt placed his hands on your face now, but in a more secure hold. His hands itched at you, and you could tell that tingly feeling had reached his fingers again, the way he spread them restlessly over and over against your cheekbones. He spoke desperately “I won’t yell at you again, I promise y/n.”

“I know, me neither Kurtie.” You nodded, smiling as his head slowly followed along, lips puffed slightly with tears, in your hold. You knew it wasn’t as simple as that, but right now it really felt like it. It felt like you’d never want to yell at your sweet boyfriend again. And you knew it was just what Kurt needed to hear right now. You stroked over his features dotingly.

“Scared me.”

Kurts small voice almost shot you into a daze of panic. But it was said so... helplessly, defeatedly, you almost didn’t hear the murmur. You let Kurt’s face go and he dropped yours, licking his lips as if he was happy when you went to hold his hands, even if they were tucked away in his sleeves.

“What? By yelling sweatpea?” You asked unsure.

Kurt shook his head. “Scar-was scared.” He quickly corrected himself. Shaking his head for a different reason that time, itching at his sore eyes with his dampened sleeve as he tried to keep his mind straight. “I was scared, you were gonna l-le-leave m-me. Y-You asked-“ he shuddered a breath “you were gonna ask me to go away...”

You melted. Emotionally and physically, falling the upper half of your body into his lap as it felt like your heart dropped further and further like an anchor. Deciding to wrap your arms around his middle when you were there, you leant your tear stained cheek against his soft tummy, looking up at him with a frown. “Kurt, I’m so sorry.”

Kurt sniffed an “it’s okay” before you could continue. It just made you hold him closer, not missing the soft whine that escaped him when you did so, or the fact his warm hand had slipped down the back of your shirt near your neck to trace patterns with his chewed fingernails.

“No it’s not. I never ever, want you to go Kurt.

Kurt hiccuped, and you made sure to look him in the eye so you knew he really belived you, gingerly taking his wrist and using his own sleeve to fondly wipe a small stream of snot escaping his nose. Kurt gave a small laugh, wiping at his nose with a sniff, before thoughtfully rolling his sleeves up to his elbow to continue his mapping of your face with his fingers. They were tapping at the plump of your lips when you continued.

“I didn’t want you to leave then and I certainly don’t now. I’ll never, ever send you away Kurt I promise. Not unless you ask me to. And even then I think you’ll have a pretty hard time buddy.” That was meant to make him laugh a little again, even accompanying it with the tiniest of jabs to his hips. But this time Kurt didn’t laugh. His eyes stayed trained on the small area of your skin he could see from where his hand made space underneath your top, even if your hair fawned over some of it. But a few seconds later he was looking into your eyes, and the seriousness of it almost made you jump in his lap.

“I don’t want you to be scared of me.”

Out of all his emotional statements today that one had shocked you the most. “Why would I ever be scared of you?” You asked concerned, gently rubbing circles into his thigh at such a question. You always wanted to know what was going on his his little mind. Even sometimes still he wouldn’t tell you.

Instead of answering, or at least not yet, Kurt did make you jump this time, although you tried to hide it for Kurt’s sake, by quickly moving his arms and picking you up, shifting you so you were sitting, upright in his lap again, but so he could go into your chest.

With an unsure look to your bedroom wall, you ran your hand through Kurt’s hair in the way you knew he liked it. But seemingly Kurt wasn’t tucked away with you enough, as he bent as far as he could so he could try and hide himself against your tummy. Now it was your turn to coo, and swipe his hair from his face so you could see his expressions better. “Kurt I promise you one thing, you could never scare me.”

Kurt didn’t respond to that. You’d at least expected a nod. But you understood. This must all be hard for him, he was clearly bouncing from range to range of emotions which he already struggled dealing with, and with this being your biggest argument yet... you could understand Kurt.

And in doing so. You decided to try and change the subject. “Hey.” You said smoothly, nudging your boyfriend with your elbow. “So about what you said earlier.”

Kurt panicked a little, but when he saw your smile and slightly raised eyebrows, he assumed he was alright. “Uh. What part?”

You took in a leisurely sigh as you pet him. “The bit about me being, oh I dunno, all the good things in the world, in your world?” You wondered if you’d grow a bigger ego hanging around Kurt this much.

He nodded this time. “Yeah, baby?” He kissed you treasuringly.

“So do you mean to say, that, I’m all the good things in Kurtsworld?”

Kurt blinked rapidly, as a smirk grew on your face. Kurt hadn’t even thought of that. And you could tell.

He blinked some more, before an equal smile started to form. He didn’t let you take it in for long though before he surprise attacked you with kisses, rolling on top of you in your bed, with one long final smack of his lips, nodding affirmatively. “Yes. Yes you are.”

You giggled, reaching up for his face and pulling him closer as you were able to kiss him like normal now. No desperate need for either to not run off, no massive act to show how much you yearned for each other. You just both allowed yourself to be in love.

And it was heavenly. Kurt finally relaxed. Enough so he could manage his thoughts again, thinking up his own little ideas as you were happy to just lie there and let him run a finger up and down your arm slowly, jabbing him in the hip when he came too close to your pit. Kurt only laughed when you did so, he could tickle you later, for now he was contented to just be at peace with you. And for a running a mile a minute kind of guy, that tranquility was almost rare for the two of you.

“You know, I don’t care about documenting you, or whatever bull crap.” Kurt spoke up, finger tracing over your smooth skin. “Not if it means los-not ha-having you.” His hands clutched at your top lightly. “I need you y/n.” Before slowly loosening his grip. “You don’t have to be a collaborator y’know?”

It made you smile way he said it. The way he showed his love and ideas and the way he was looking at just a piece of you, just your arm, right in this moment.

“And I don’t wanna tell fans off just for some stupid drama channels. I’ll make a video. I’ll make more if they don’t stop.” Kurt looked to you now, gripping your chin. Your smile stayed planted. “But I’m gonna do it for you y/n. So you know that they’re just stupid, baby. That you’re not what you think everyone thinks, and definitely not what I think.”

The seriousness in his face made you melt with reassurance, nodding in thanks under his grasp, only let go as you moved in to kiss him again. When you pulled back, he was wearing a funnier look, twisted lips and needy, but open, eyes.

“Just... maybe a couple of pictures on my Instagram, a-and my stories?”

You only nodded, listening to him. You could swing that.

“And you don’t have to do any v-videos with me, maybe you could just... pop into my live sometimes to say hi. That would be nice.” Kurt licked his lips as he waited for your answer, but truth be told, you loved watching the man talk. And talk he could do, for days. So you compromised, much like he was asking you to do, by humming. “Go on.

Kurt seemed to understand this was good, and he trusted you. He shimmied a little on top of you in his excitement to share. “A-And just like one or t-two clips of you in my vlogs, even if it’s behind the scenes stuff, l-like” he looked at you and you were smiling wide, which only encouraged a small cheeky, happy, smile from him “like you holding my hand down the street, or walking in my room.” You didn’t miss the blush Kurt still got when talking about this stuff. “Maybe just like a scene of me taking you on a date to the park or something. I could find some dogs for you to play with. That’d be cute I think. I mean, I think you’d like that part.”

“Actually,” you shuffled a little closer to him, pressing your hands to his chest but not to push him away, in fact, you were pulling him in by his tee, smoothing your fingers up his torso, not missing the little gulp his throat from even your more loving touches. “I think I’d like it better being a bit more active in your content. Versus just background stuff I can’t control as much, does that make sense?”

Kurt nodded his head eagerly, you could almost see him drooling you were sure. Oh and there it was at the corner of his lips. He was lucky he was so cute. And at how bright his eyes were at your mention of being with him in something he loved so much, you couldn’t help but laugh into the next kiss you shared with him, only giggling louder as Kurt laughed too. Humming as you both ate up each other’s cackles in what you could only think of a just such a happy kiss.

So you would be in posts with ‘him and his girlfriend around the town’, and also the casual pictures of just you he’d upload because one side of his accounts was just him worshipping you. Pictures you hadn’t even realised he’d taken, as someone was talking to you about your hat in the park, or of you simply laying your feet on him watching tv, all captioned with quotes like ‘stream break with my girl, isn’t she the best?’ You didn’t even know about one of his undercover fan accounts that was just a shrine to you.

Nor all the pictures of you sleeping, but they were just for him.

Even the pictures you’d upload to your Instagram got overwhelming amounts of love, from your and Kurt’s fans. As well as from your irl, and new internet, friends.

And while he wouldn’t stream him picking you up from work, which he excitedly realised meant he got kisses as soon as he saw you again in the day, you would go home and try your hand at a level for his new gaming video that he was stuck on, even if it was just him trying to prove to some of his more shitheaded fans how difficult the level was.

Even if he didn’t directly say “shitheaded fans” he would call individuals out when necessary. He didn’t want to do it every time he caught a glimmer of something, because he understood overkill after you thoroughly explained it before your first stream together in months, and he didn’t want to embarrass you. But after a few call outs, even using their users, in his first stream, negative comments about you dwindled significantly.

They’d never stop completely, but you knew that. Your favourite time was beating the final boss in the new triple A game Kurt had even been allowed early access to, high fiving your boyfriend so hard you saw him wince even as he cheered, and wtaching Kurt turn to his camera and yell “See?! See how fucking awesome my girlfriend is!?! Beat that punks!” And you had to say you adored the way he called them punks. And your celebratory kiss and cuddle afterwards ended up trending on Twitter because everyone ate it up as shipper fuel. The number one edit was by a person who’d aptly changed their username to “GamerGirlY/n96”.

You even got more involved in behind the scenes stuff. Kurt would be performing a sketch (with dialogue you’d ‘edited’ for him) and at the end he’d bow, taking his wig off like a hat before throwing it at the camera, actually hitting it, as he told his viewers “Thank you to the lovely y/n for buying me that wig grocery shopping for us this week!” You didn’t miss that he was trying to insert the fact you’d both end up buying groceries for each other most times, but you also adored that he so clumsily wanted to share that. Especially as he continued his short thank you credits with a slightly out of breath “Guys, I love her so much.” to his fans.

And with even helping him with his audience when you weren’t in front of the camera, you still got praise, which was now much much more common that criticism.

And as Kurt hid himself into your cheek, too red and flushed and giggling, as you hid into his hair, the both of you snuggled close together under the covers to read the comments on your recent viral tiktok, which were all “wow, Kurt’s gf laughing behind the camera is sooooo cute!”

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First of all, I am equal parts amazed and terrified of your severe brainrot rn. Surely you don't sleep at night, eat or drink, just rotate those two like döner kebab and write? I binge-read it all yesterday (some pieces I read twice or thrice 😌) and I am overjoyed that the chapters keep coming but please don't write yourself into exhaustion 🥺

Second of all, Shadows for the vampire bingo! I imagine Helle likes dining out from time to time... Finds some other poor soul and is disappointed when they aren't as entertaining as Beck; or maybe they take beck somewhere, some park full of shadows - as enrichment 😊

i mean ur not wrong.. i do nothin but write recently.. but dont worry i'll be forced not to write for a good while starting saturday bc im going home :/ but until then its kebab time. heres how helle went about feeding while beck was out w the flu <3 not their best night

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tw vampire whumper, mind control, noncon biting of a married couple i feel like thats a special offence, noncon drugging, past trauma, death mention

Helle left the apartment feeling sick to their stomach. It was a dumb thing to still be so hung up about, it was merely the worst and last few days of their mortal life that gave way to a century torment right afterwards. Nothing monumental.

"This is ridiculous," they muttered to themself, quickly pressing the button that opened the front door of the building. The fresh air against their skin was definitely a welcome sensation — it made them temporarily forget about how suffocating their coffin had been.

They immediately spotted a couple on the bench by the playground, being all cute with each other. They thought about ruining yet another date night, but... no, they needed to get away for a bit. Just for half an hour or so. Take a walk, maybe, be around some other people so they could forget about the sight of their human lying on the bed with his face flushed.

'It's just the flu,' he'd said. Right. Because influenza was absolutely incapable of killing anyone, right? Because they weren't supposed to be thinking about the stupid outbreak, because it was three hundred years ago, because medicine had advanced since then, because it was just one human– Fucking hell, they had been that one human before. And if Beck was dying, they wouldn't even have the guts to turn him. Not like this.

They stopped and took a deep breath, exhaling slowly. It was fine. Everything was fine. Beck wasn't dying, they weren't dying anymore, and Lady Marie was dead. What they needed to do was find an unfortunate, stupid human, have dinner, and go back to check on their unfortunate, stupid human.

They stuck to the shadows around buildings, places that the streetlights didn't quite illuminate. They looked around the area for any fresh meat, eventually bumping into yet another couple. What was it with them? Well, whatever. They would do.

It took all of two seconds for the women to notice them once they amped up the charm a bit, and suddenly they were walking towards the danger zone, compelled to be around such an alluring stranger. Helle didn't wait for either of them to strike up a conversation.

"Stay right there for me," they said softly, enthralling one of the women while they grabbed her... girlfriend? Wife? They glanced down and caught a glimpse of the matching rings they were wearing. Yes, definitely her wife.

They grabbed the woman and bit down, steadying her with one hand and covering her mouth with the other. She tasted fine, they supposed, but everything felt like a downgrade after Beck. They used enough venom to keep her discomfort to a minimum, but hopefully not enough that she would come knocking on their door a couple days later for round two. It was hard to tell whether the charm was even broken, or she still thought she was getting randomly bitten by someone she'd met five seconds ago and didn't even get to greet.

They pulled away and lifted the enthrallment, just in time for the first woman to see her wife slump against them like a giggly little ragdoll. "You should probably bring her home," they suggested helpfully. "I am no doctor."

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Nah but it's the way every time a story features or is about women or a woman's story, people always want to try to make it about men or say "what if there were men instead?"

My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic and Six: the Musical both have parts of their fanbase(although thankfully in Six it's not the majority) saying that there should be a version with all men or going "what if this female main cast had a male main cast instead"? Even though the point of both is to provide representation for women, MLP is about how there's no wrong way to be a girl and changing the way girls'/girly shows are seen as shallow and less good, and giving girls multiple strong female characters to see themselves in instead of just one token/cookie cutter archetype, while Six is all about REAL-LIFE women whose lives were destroyed because of misogyny, it is all about girl power(same as mlp) and women getting to reclaim their stories from a patriarchal society that shortchanged and silenced their voices throughout history, but no let's make it about men lol.

The same is true for Sailor Moon, I have seen some people say that it's sexist or "misandrist"(as if that's even a thing lol) because it's all about women and the women are more powerful and how Tuxedo Mask "always needs to be saved" like goddamn let the girls be the heroes who save the world for once.

And for that matter PRECURE. Unpopular opinion that will surely get my head bitten off by fans but I don't think Precure NEEDS male Cures and it's not "erasing" feminine boys or saying boys can't be feminine or "reinforcing gender roles" to point that out. Precure is a franchise about female characters being the heroes and main characters who are powerful while also being feminine, it's supposed to place the women center stage and give them the spotlight when most media doesn't do that, trying to fit boys in it is just ruining that message imo. Tbh I would be happy if there were no male Cures at all, idgaf about your "but let boys be feminine" shit cuz I mean yeah but like go watch Cute High Earth Defense Club Love or something, that show seems more your speed(@ sexist Precure fans who say this, not you). I once got my comments removed TWICE for trying to point this out to someone, to the point where I just blocked them lol. One person even went so far as to make a petition for Toei Animation to make an all-male Precure season, again, just go watch Cute High, bc clearly that's what you're looking for.

I also saw some people complaining about Project MC^2 being "sexist" against boys and making them out to be stupid just because it's about girls being smart spies and good at math/art/science, one review even said "teach girls that boys matter too!" oh rly like they don't know already??? Like the world doesn't already tell them that each and every single day??????? The second girls get the spotlight everybody acts like boys are being attacked, but when boys get the spotlight it's all crickets and shit bc boys are supposed to take center stage like no one cares about girls getting attention. Your seven-year-old son isn't going to enter a self-hating misandrist crisis because one wee show said "women do run the world!" we still live in a patriarchy ffs.

Also in Cardcaptor Sakura the main character is a girl and the story has many female characters and is very empowering to women in general(while also having a great deal of powerful men and even a canon m/m couple), and yet I still saw this one annoying guy write an entire screed about how Sakura sucks as a character and should never have been Cardcaptor, the cherry on top was them saying that Syaoran should be the Master of the Clow Cards instead...because it's not enough that this show has multiple representations of positive men/masculinity in addition to women/femininity, it's still not good enough if it's a girl power fantasy, it MUST make a boy the hero!

I also saw someone say that Touhou, which has an all-female cast, needs more men. Wonder if they'd say the reverse if it had an all-male cast(correct answer: they wouldn't).

And then there's the Encanto fandom's entire can of worms where they went through that phase of wanting the female-dominated cast to be all about Camilo and Bruno, sidelining the women in the process. Like bruh. 😕

I really do wish that people would stop this shit, female-centric media is really never allowed to exist without people wanting men to be prioritized in it and take away from the female representation even though men have enough representation already lol, people can't handle when not everything is about men. It's why I will never listen to or take anyone seriously when they complain about shows like these being "sexist against men" and say that anything I write is too female-centric. Like. GOOD. The world needs more female-centric casts to shake up the status quo! You guys love complaining about shows being gendered and wanting gender equality in fiction only towards female-centric works, because you don't want to see women playing central roles without men also being there. Sucks to be on the other side of the playing field now, huh?

Anyway, I was inspired to write this to you rather than make it an original post because of your comment about people wanting Jennifer's Body to be about men(with Miguel as Jennifer) and yeah that is so disgusting and irritating. 🤢 I didn't even know that was happening but I'm not surprised because nobody ever lets shows about girls just center girls first and foremost. It truly is everywhere and I'm sick of it. Not everything needs to be about men, just let the women have something. Please.

Sorry this was long lol. 😅 Thanks for reading this far lol. You're a trooper! Have a nice day!

THIS ASK IS SO REAL ON SO MANY LEVELS!!

this also extremely effects lesbians and trans women because with lesbian women you’ll have people being like “do they really have to be gay? Why can’t they just be normal?” And with trans women it’ll be like “why can’t we just have normal nonqueer characters” or even “why can’t men just be men anymore” it’s like they hate any and all women and girls no matter what we do and it’s so insane to me

also I talked a little about this same phenomenon happening with Jennifer’s Body (2009), where there were people making aus of that movie with mainly MALE characters which downplays the whole message and plot of the god damn movie and it’s so ughhh

anyways sorry I took so long to get to this ask but everything you said is extremely true and I’m glad you brought attention to it!

also btw RADFEMS AND TERFS FUCK OFF THIS POST IS NOT FOR YOU

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